And the moon fell down

Well, that was a lot of words and gibble gook, that didn’t really register to the young boy. Sirius had been very adamant that Abraxas did not exist, and treated the idea with scorn. Even if a glowing wolf-moon-thing told him that he could be real, to some people. How can something be real to some, and not others? And then what she believed in, which did relate to the moon. He groaned and rubbed at his head. Way too much.

“I hear that a lot, but I don’t really feel like i’m like him” the boy told the moon-wolf-Aurielle-sprite-Valhalla, ect, ect, wolf.

Still frowning at the spirit, he realised he was being a little bit rude. Maybe she was the moon, maybe she wasn't, it still wasn’t call for bad manners. “I’m Mortis Fatalis” he introduced himself. “Can I touch your fur?”