Firefly Glen Viva La Vida

Charon was used to others questioning the fact he was an Alpha despite his age, and so the surprised exclamation came as no real surprise to the yearling. A smile fell across his face as Ridir congratulated him on the achievement, though. Charon had worked hard to get where he was today and he wasp roud of who he was and what he had done, so the pat on the shoulder was well appreciated. "Thanks dude," he said casually, though the proud smile on his face betrayed how pleased he was with the compliment.

Morning Star was a funny name for a pack. Charon was used to packs named for something their territory held; something they resembled or just what sort of territory it was. He doubted the Morning Star pack lived on an actual star. "Cool name," he said. Charon grinned at the last bit about evil uncles. Most wolves he met were rather serious, and he liked this dude. It was almost a shame that Moonspear was quite full as it were, or Ridir would've been an amusing addition to Moonspear, presuming he could hunt. But he probably could, if he'd really been on the road for a couple of months already.

"Sounds neat. You must've seen lots of places already. Any cool stories you could tell me, stories you've heard or, even better, stuff you actually saw or that happened?" Charon asked. "I like stuff about the stars, nature, and about knights and other adventure game type stuff." Charon looked at Ridir, hoping that a story would follow suit. Maybe if the story was good enough, he'd share some of his meal.