Moonspear making the rounds

Charon just rolled along the ground to spread his scent along Moonspear’s borders when he noticed someone approached. He got to his feet and shook his fur before turning his head in the direction of the approaching wolf, finding it to be Pyx. He smiled appreciatively at her, despite her dumb-ass question, because he was glad for wolves like Pyx, who, so far, seemed loyal and useful. So she asked him how he was, a question she probably knew the answer to; but luckily, she did many good things too.

After thoroughly shaking his fur he gruffly answered, ”I’ve had better days.” A tuned down answer, yet at the same time not so. He was frustrated that Lazarus still hadn’t been brought to justice, but at the same time he was relieved Althaia was still alive and that he’d gotten away with that whole mess. Yet this also had made him realise how weak he was to nature’s temptation. He hoped that it would not be necessary to resist it again in the future. So all in all, things were rather mixed.

Pyx had probably noted some of these things, undoubtedly, but he wondered how much she really knew. Shit, for all he knew she’d been looking on, just like Harley. Not like he had noticed anything. But he was pretty sure that if anyone had, they’d had already told Amekaze. And since nobody had told Amekaze, it was easy enough to pretend like Harley’d made up his accusations to cover up his own ass. He considered asking her how she was, but somehow didn’t.