Moonspear steal away, alright

Charon looked like he had seen a ghost when Hydra first began to describe Nyx — the mismatched eyes, the black coat... Could it possibly be one of his daughters? Specks of white didn't sound like the white splotch that he remembered on them though, and he was quick to wipe the feelings and expression of surprise off his face again as the conversation proceeded. He would have to settle this, because he didn't want Ame or anyone of his family and pack mixing into, well, this; whatever this was.

The conversation between Nyx and Rannoch was a casual one it seemed, and Charon thought little more of it. "Thanks for informing us," he told his daughter with an appreciative nod while he considered what to do next. Probably visit Blackfeather Woods, like he had said he would a long, long time ago and only had once.