Stone Circle sing to me all the song of the stars

When she descended from her perch Larus was transfixed. Whatever had made him so interested in the starlight seemed to have shifted to this wolf; something about her was familiar but, as it was quite dark and he was both too tired and too mindless to think hard on the topic, he failed in recognizing her outright. They appeared to study one another for a moment, and yet when she mentioned the stars again he was canting his head heavenwards to look, nervous perhaps that the'd have shifted position or faded in that brief lapse of his attention.

The sky is very clear here. That was not much of an explanation but Larus wasn't sure what she was after. He mused aloud mostly, and a thin smile found its home upon his face. He traced the stars with his eyes and then, maybe feeling the pressure of her presence (or perhaps the pressure of the season) he decided to flaunt his knowledge, starting with: Hm, Polaris. The bright one — there — it always leads the way.

Once he'd spoken, Larus felt a sense of deja-vu; he was struck silent then, and his smile faltered.