Greatwater Lake Milk-colored eye

Charon was pleased that his story was well received by the one-eyed girl. Maybe she understood now why he thought having scars could be kinda cool. Scars always had a story to tell. He could see why she didn't like hers that much, though; her story was that she got attacked, so Charon could imagine the girl didn't like telling about it much. He didn't know much about young girls, or girls in general, so it did not even occur to Charon she might not like it because it marred how she looked; Charon was very self-centered and did not care much for his own appearance nor was he vain, so he did not understand some other wolves might care about how they looked.

Her question caught him somewhat off-guard, and he considered it a moment; he'd only really seen it in a flash, after all, since it had caught him from behind. "Yeah, it was black," said Charon, and then he shook his head. "Don't remember about the tail though." He hadn't seen much of the monster's behind, after all, just a lot of the front, really.

"Hey, what's your name, anyway? I'm Charon. I'm Stavanger Bay's Beta," he proudly introduced. Well, he wasn't its Beta yet, but he would be, in not too long, when he hit the nine month marker. He was sure of it.