Firefly Glen cutting shapes

ofc not :D

Charon's attention was all on the stars; for now, he just enjoyed being among them, feeling little desire for the exact science of anything, let alone his beloved stars. It was good enough just to be here without finding all the constellations. He focussed only on the abstract of the entire picture now, and found himself smiling calmly, a thing that didn't come over him often these days, as there was usually not much time for rest.

So distracted was he that he hadn't noticed the other's approach, not until he was close enough to speak, and Charon snapped to attention, shifting his head towards the stranger. Hackles prickled and tail twitched once in instinctive response, but upon noting the stranger's body language remained neutral, so did Charon's body calm down again and did his fur and tail calm down.

The statement sounded like it was meant to be a joke going on words alone, but Charon couldn't quite tell by intonation if it was meant as a joke by this particular wolf, or if he was just looking for a conversation-starter. "Luckily there aren't," he responded neutrally, "Otherwise we wouldn't be able to see the stars quite this well." He glanced up again demonstratively, feeling content just to be here and watch them. It seemed the other wasn't here for that, but even a quick conversation'd be fine so long as he could still watch the skies above.