a storm is brewing

When Charon heard Gunnar's voice, he was snapped from his thoughts. His first instinct was to wag his tail, but after one beat it soon died down as he reminded himself that Gunnar had abandoned him and his pack. There was something about the way Gunnar ran, and Charon wondered if he was alright. Again he reminded himself that whatever it was, it was probably Gunnar's own fault, and pushed away whatever sympathy he'd gathered for his brother.

"So this is where you live nowadays, huh," Charon said, a snarky frown on his face. He held his body neutral, but mostly in case someone not-Gunnar would show up and tell him off if he would act too dominantly. Feeling hurt, Charon snappily said: "And? Is it worth abandoning everyone for?" He wished that things were different, that he could just hug Gunnar and things would be okay. Maybe it would have been like that, had the Bay flourished and had all of their relatives still been alive. But they were small, Charon had unwillingly lost too many in his young life, and he was tired of letting it happen without putting up a fight.