Moonstone Quarry you've taught me to call them all escapes

Marruz glanced at the stranger sidelong when he spoke. A brow lifted speculatively before the indigo orb retreated; pinning itself back upon the inky palette of night. Hogo... It was an interesting name, at least. 

"Well, Hogo," he debated whether to dispense his own name. It was a sacred thing, after all, for a guy who owned hardly anything else. Names were more than just titles, weren't they? They had value and yet, here he stood, about to throw it upon this mere acquaintance. "You can call me Marruz." He did it anyway. Stood and shook out his fur with a curt dip of his head.

"Perhaps the stars will guide us to another encounter someday."