Heron Lake Plateau Only fools fall for you (and me)

As Emory began to speak of a certain group off stars he followed her eyes to the star to the right of the moon and tried to picture them as Emory had described them chuckling softly. "I can sort of see it, but a bit violent don't ya think," he teased playfully his tail flicking calmly beside him trying to ignore the cold. Though it wasn't that noticeable to him, he had a thick coat and large body mass. 

She questioned as to if he knew any and out of the corner of his eye he saw her shift a bit closer consciously or not and he smiled slightly. "Actually I do. Though I only know their names and not their stories," he spoke as he searched for the ones he knew. 

He spotted the belt of orion and immediately began to put some stars together to form the full thing. "South west of the moon," he spoke looking with his eyes and hoping she would see it to. "There is a group of three stars equally as bright forming a line and to the left and right of that on a diagonal you can form a constellation called Orion. It's a warrior, holding a weapon in his right hand and his second arm is raised way up," he said hopelessly trying to explain it to her. Probably making a significant fool of himself. Stars were something you either knew or didn't know. It was hard to teach. Yet there were some who were very good at it. "That one is my favourite," he spoke warmly. Not only had it been the first one he learned, it reminded him alot of himself.