Kyanite

The lunar butterfly migration was always a sight to behold. Kyanite had invited you to watch it with him, accompanied by a wag of his tail and lopsided toothy grin. You could not come to your senses to refuse; Kyanite was a wolf you looked up to greatly. His presence was enough to calm any pup, to tame any moody adolescent, give advice to any adult, and listen intently to the many stories of the elders.
The flame adornments that covered his body at first seem unapproachable, but one look into his friendly ethereal eyes was enough to reassure you. The flickers were warm, unharmable to anything, at least, as far as everyone knew. Nobody knows why he wears such attire, but it is not questioned for his personal privacy. Many packs have speculated about his essence flames, but he does not deny nor accept their theories.
The butterflies fly gracefully, flickers of purples and blues danced across the sparkling sky. The gentle wind is enough to run a chill through your body, causing you to lean against the fatherly figure beside you.
He smiles gently, his head leaning to bump his nose comfortingly against your head before welcoming you further into his warmth.

Thank you for joining me tonight, my companion. Should you need me again, please seek me anytime.