Silvertip Mountain by it's fire

"Not moon." Huh. The stranger seemed to know more about the phenomenon than Lane did. 

"Is Venus," he continued, providing a name for the night sky's mysterious new addition. Lane was aware that some wolves named the stars, which had always seemed rather ambitious to her. In her opinion, naming a star is the sky was like naming a minnow in the stream. The second you take your eye off it, how do you tell it apart from the dozens of others which appear entirely identical? 

But Venus was special, certainly, if only because it was so large, round, and bright. Lane would not forget this one. 

Her companion offered a few more words, clearly trying to further explain Venus. However, Lane was left unsure of whether Venus was a female god, or whether Venus was the God of Women. Honestly, it hardly mattered. Religious talk had a way of making her eyes glaze over. If it couldn't be tasted, touched, seen, heard, or smelled, Lane wanted little to do with it. 

"Like.. it's named after Venus? Or.. it is Venus?" This was an important distinction. If it was the former, there might still be something to learn from this man. If it was the latter, then he revealed himself to be a religious nut, and he would be dismissed at the first opportunity. Largely as a function of her age, Lane held little respect for those who had--as she saw it-- irrational and foolish beliefs in the spiritual realm.