Moonspear Wake and pace the hall

Charon didn't really get what this wolf wanted. Did he find Lazarus? Why did this Redhawk wolf care? He frowned darkly as he said; "He's dead now." It didn't matter why this wolf knew and wanted to know. The outcome was clear. "Now get the fuck off my borders and tell that dick Alpha of yours he can drop dead," he snapped. He didn't want anything to do with the Redhawk dick heads. He wasn't going to keep an eye out for their child. Hell, he might even just keep whatever child he'd find to fuck with them. After Dhole's parents had nearly cost some of his pack members their lives last summer during the famine, he'd stopped giving any fucks about them (or perhaps he gave too many, for they could still get to him whenever he would think of them).

He snapped his teeth in warning, waiting for her to leave.