Moonspear The snow princess seeks

"Careful!" The word had left his mouth before he realised it. He had never used it when it came to his first litter -- they'd be fiiine (and they had been fine) -- but he was more careful ever since Galaxy's fall down the crevice of the mountain. Perhaps he should deem it natural selection, but Charon could not bear to see the daughter that resembled him most perish by falling down a ledge into a stream in the mountain. She was fine, of course, and he felt stupid for calling after her when he realised this.

Quickly Charon pretended that it'd never happened and he followed Vela down to the stream. Well, at least he had made due on his promise. "Beautiful, isn't it?" It was by a stroke of pure luck that they had found this place, but Charon was glad enough that his daughter thought he'd purposefully found this, just for her. He followed Vela to the sunset 'window' and nosed the top of her head. "And it's got a view, too. What do you think — will this do for our secret hideout?" It'd be their secret, for no one else's eyes.