It's All Coming Back To Me

Charon came, though he looked different to the young pup that had arrived at Silvertip Mountain's borders. FitzDutiful supposed that this is what occurred when a youngster grew up and it seemed as though this one had done a lot of growing. When they had last met he had been full of curiosity about everything - then again it was his home turf now and the chances were he knew most of what was here.

"It has," FitzDutiful replied in kind, not even thinking that the male wouldn't recall his name, "I apologise for that. I meant to stop by a lot sooner after our meeting but... well — circumstances prevented it." If he had known what was about to transpire he would have held off this meeting until after Raissa had vanished and then come to see if she had passed by. But that hadn't occurred yet and so it wasn't a tought on his mind.

"What's new here?" he asked, wondering if there was any news this end of the valley - if they knew anything about what was happening the other end.