Moonspear You make wine from sour grapes

Charon had felt bad about leaving Ran to die in the mountains at first, but as soon as he was back home here on the mountain he had felt completely fine about it. It was the best thing for both of them; for Ran to die and for the pack to not waste resources and reputation on feeding a weak child. He hadn't told anyone the truth, of course — nobody except for Amekaze and Hydra, the only ones he trusted with such news because they thought like he did. Even his other daughters had been told that she had simply perished from being runty and weak, and that was the story that he stuck to.

When the call sounded he was around the den so it wasn't a very far journey down the mountain. He moved through the forested area at the mountain's foothills until he reached the borders, where forest became rolling hills of grass again, and noticed two wolves standing there. One of them was clearly young, the other an adult. Charon glanced at the dude and introduced, "Hi. I'm Charon, the Alpha around here." Then he waited, assuming he'd receive both an introduction and an explanation of why the pair of wolves was here.