Ursa Major

The wolves in these lands were different. Sure, among her tribe back home there was no shortage of chatter, but the wolves she'd met here seemed... more eager to socialize. And knowing she had much left to learn, she knew she needed to take advantage of that, even though living in silence didn't sound all that terrible to her. A life of ignorance, though, didn't sound all that great and she knew that was what she'd receive here if she gave no effort. She half-hoped the stranger might ignore her, but instead he turned to face her, though only his silhouette was really visible at first. She met his gaze and watched carefully as he began to speak.

"Perhaps," Kiela started, sounding more cryptic than she meant to. Really she was just searching for the words to say what she wanted, a feat that was often frustratingly hard. The language of these lands hadn't quite been tamed yet, and it was evident in her heavy accent. "Stars... they are as important as any other thing," she tried to explain. "As each wolf, or tree, or even rock." Would he understand? Kiela wasn't sure, though he seemed curious nonetheless. His disbelief would not lessen her own, no matter how harsh it might be. "Some stars... are said to be what is left after death. Some goes to dirt, some to sky." Kiela was hardly a talker, but she had no qualms in sharing her beliefs or her family's culture with those interested, no matter how they interpreted it. "What do you believe? Of these stars?" A slow step was taken toward him, though still she maintained a cautious distance, curious what he might say.