Moonspear whimsical

His quietude was short-lived, for it didn't take long for one of the girls to join him. Charon didn't show signs of noticing her, though the wind was luckily in his favour and carried her scent towards him. He wasn't sure which one it was, but he felt giddy in a way, playful, while he considered his response.

With a smirk on his face he looked the other way than the one his daughter came from and said aloud, "Hmm, what a nice day. I sure hope my pesky daughters'll leave me alone." Just as he was about to let out a fake yawn one of the triplets came flailing at him with a little squeal that was adorable at best.

When the child hit Charon leaped to his feet, with or without child still attached somewhere or other to his body, and started to run in circles while he screamed, "Ahhhh, bear attack!"