Silvertip Mountain by it's fire

The silence between them drew out for long enough that Lane thought their language barrier might be too great. It had been a complex question, semantically speaking. 

Eventually he did answer, and Lane nodded. There was a sparkle of relief and appreciation in her gaze. The man had proved himself to be the reasonable sort-- the sort who understands the difference between actual, real-life phenomena and the stories you tell pups when you put them to bed. 

Lane reclined to her haunches, still watching the sky.

"If it's not a moon, and not a god.. then what is Venus? A big star?" Hmm.. no, a star didn't seem right. Venus didn't seem like the right shape, and it didn't fade and flicker like the other stars. 

She didn't expect the other wolf to really know. If he wanted to simply let the question hang, she would understand.