Sequoia Coast Monsters can Remember

She did not instantly jump him, like Charon had expected, which was a bit of a surprise to him. Instead, she approached slowly, and Charon kept his eyes trained on her, always alert for sudden movement. At that crucial age where it wasn't very cool to cuddle, Charon instantly defended himself with, "Of course not!", because he didn't like cuddling. He just wanted to know more about the wolf, and this was the only way to go about it, it seemed; for this once, it would have to do, and luckily he didn't see anyone else nearby, so nobody would ever know. She said that she would not tell anyone, but Charon wasn't too worried about that; he didn't think anyone would believe a loony like her, anyway.

Instinctively, Charon lifted his head, keeping his neck stretched tensely, when she came closer. Instead of just telling him what he wanted to know, she asked him a question. "If I gotta figure it all out by myself, why would I even let you cuddle me?" he asked with a grumpy frown on his youthful face. "But whatever, I guess a rose is a flower, right? And you're black. And flowers are pretty. So, uhhh... Someone thought you were pretty when they gave you that name?" That was the best he was going to guess anytime soon, anyway. Curiously Charon looked at Aklaq, wondering if his guesses came close at all.