It's All Coming Back To Me

It had been a few days since Charon and Levi's 9 months birthday and their ascension into the adult ranks, and Charon was proud that he had been named Beta as promised. He decided to celebrate this naming by doing his best extra hard: he mostly focussed a lot on patrolling the borders and making sure the pups were safe. After the accident with the bear, Charon wanted to make sure that nothing else would go wrong in the pack. If only he'd been there; he would've taken care of things. He would've punched the bear right into yesterday.

During this thoughtful patrol along the borders, Charon suddenly noticed a vaguely familiar form. He squinted his eyes to see closer, but couldn't quite place a name with the white shape. The young Beta trotted nearer to the wolf, holding his head high and his tail sweeped over his back to show his rank and belonging at the borders, and sniffed the air while he approached.

Upon seeing the wolf's face closer, Charon remembered who he was -- Silvertip Mountain's Alpha. But what was the guy's name? He couldn't remember for the life of him. "Been a while," the young Beta greeted with a broad grin, eager to tell whatever-this-guy's-name-was about his promotion into the leader tier and whatever else he wanted to know about. Charon figured he'd spill the beans about that soon enough.