Firefly Glen cutting shapes

Standard greetings felt unnecessary in this moment of calm and Charon was glad that nothing of the sort was required. It was just two blokes having a stare at the sky, now, and he was quite content to have just that. With his next words the stranger confirmed that he wasn't much into the aesthetics of it all, or just didn't care much for it, but somehow that was nice. Sometimes, wolves with opinions were just in the way, and everyone who knew a thing or two about the sky could have a differing opinion on some matters. Someone who didn't feel much for 'em, well, they were usually a lot easier to get along with.

Charon couldn't suppress a chuckle when his companion said that they were chased off by the sun. He shared, "I like to think that they take over — that the stars take over when the sun needs rest, and eventually, the sun's back again, fresh for another day. I don't know if any of that's any source of truth, but it's a nice thought somehow." He rolled his shoulders in a shrug, not caring much if the other wolf thought the same way — probably not, considering he seemed the practical sort of wolf who wasn't all that into interesting stories.