Moonspear Playing with fire

Patiently and silently, Charon waited for Dhole to come up beside him, or sneaking up from the other side. After a minute or so Charon looked over his shoulder. No Dhole. He looked around and whispered, "Dhole! Psst!" But there was no response, and he found no Dhole anywhere. Charon cast the beautiful prospective of food a last glance and then turned back into the underbrush and away from the clearing.

It took retracing his steps to eventually find Dhole again, right where he'd left her. "Dhole, what the fuck, where'd you go?" Or rather, didn't go. "I found the perfect prey! But it looks like you've found some already." A lot less awesome than what Charon would've provided them with, of course. He liked to think big.