Moonspear fro[m] here to eternity

It was easy enough to shove all other thoughts away as he followed the alluring scent until he had found his prize. Charon didn't chuff to announce his presence, because he knew that she would already know he was coming. She, too, must feel the difference and though it seemed earlier this year, he welcomed it with open arms. The pack was strong, despite the potential traitors in their midst, and Charon felt it was the perfect time to bring new life to their pack. Two moons from now the snows would melt and their pups would be welcomed by the warming sun.

Wordlessly was their dance, though there was an impatience in Charon that was worse than times before. The frustration of all that had happened — from Galaxy's death to the attack on Vela to what was going on with Liffey and Rannoch — was no easy feat for him and though he fought hard against the feeling of incompetence with rage it left him feeling unsated and irritated easily. This left him hungry for power and dominance and within their dance there was always a place for that part of the game, too. A part that he did not feel the patience to play this time for he did not wish to win what was already his. With determination in his step did he near her, the wanting look in his eyes perhaps a signal of his innermost thoughts if she would study him.