Ursa Major

While she had never really encountered wolves who might see her views as strange; she wasn't totally sure how she'd clarify that her beliefs were hardly optimistic, not that she was the type to bother with justifying anything to anyone. Kiela hardly considered herself an optimistic wolf - life simply was what it was, without any meaning or purpose beyond what you made of it, even if everything was interconnected in a unique way. The stars were no less important or meaningful than any wolf, even if this stranger didn't seem to buy her thinking. That was quite alright, it wasn't her business to convince him of anything. That was hardly the Jarvela way, after all.

It didn't seem he really understood what she was saying anyway. He was right - stars were not thinking, breathing things, things with wants or needs, but they didn't make them any less connected to the rest of the world and its beings. Kiela simply shrugged, unbothered. "Perhaps," she said simply after a brief pause. He didn't understand her, but how could she expect him to even begin to try? Her grasp on the native tongue of this place was seriously lacking, and already she was trying to mentally fix what she'd said. Perhaps she'd implied that stars were truly the dead. What she meant was that there was a cyclical nature to existence that was often ignored, but she couldn't quite verbalize those complex thoughts in a language he'd comprehend. Either way... perhaps now was not the time nor the place for such thoughts, given how he'd reacted to them.

If she noticed his slightly foul mood, she made no sign of it. "I am Kiela Jarvela," she offered her name freely, briefly tipping his head toward him. After a moment she returned to her previous position, gazing upward at the stars. Well, if he had little care for what the stars actually were, would he be interested in their patterns, even if he believed them meaningless? It was hard to say. Orienting herself slightly to find the constellation she was looking for, she tried to catch Askan's gaze. "Do you see - there, the three bright stars, in a line?" This particular pattern was easy to spot in the night sky, though she directed her gaze to the left of it. "If you look over this way - there is a reindeer. The nose, there -" Showing off these constellations was a difficult feat, especially to a stranger, but perhaps he'd try. If not? Again, no loss of hers. "In stories he is known as Sarva."