Chimera Fields la promenade

He turned his gaze to her when she announced her name, and found the moment curious. Her pelt was dark to him - darkness begetting darkness - so the title, which to him brought to mind many colors, seemed ill-fitting. But he answered, Renoir, and then directed his snout heavenward again.

There were many stars. Many shapes to be made by tracing them, which he did in silence, and yet the names did not come easily to him. After a few minutes of watching he announced, There, but realized almost as soon as he said the word, he could not direct her eyes to the specific star he had in mind. Instead he described it: Da trois stars above mwen, above dat - the large one. Starting 'dere, ou can ehm, he did not know the english word for trace and was left bumbling. Make shape? Mmn, it is like head. 'Den da du, pair of shape, like ears.

Realizing he sounded like a loon, and he probably didn't describe the wolf-head shape very well, he gave up with a small huff, and resumed watching the sky in silence.