grew up never seeing the stars

Ronan wasn't sure what to make of the sky, long stretching bands of purple and green- that for some reason or another sent the local wildlife scampering off into cover. Like it foretold of some danger he simply couldn't perceive. The night was too quiet because of this, no hooting owls, no barking coyotes or the throaty call of some herbivore he couldn't name. It was deathly quiet, even as he approached the shoreline the ocean seemed different from what he'd expected. The full moon was massive that night, full and bright, causing an extra-low tide, the sand dry and cracking where he expected water to be rolling back and forth.

Seeing strange lights back where he came from wasn't exactly unusual, but out in the wilderness it certainly felt...different. Almost disquieting, the unknown and the not knowing. The glow of his fur felt brighter too, as if responding to the streaks of colour above, basically making him a bright neon sign as he padded over the cracked sand.

With the world being so quiet, his presence would no doubt be all the easier to notice. His markings weren't doing him much favours either, but he'd never been the stealthy sort anyway.