life is a battle

Though proud of becoming possibly the world's youngest Beta, Charon's ambitions did not end there. He longed for more, felt like he deserved more, and he had already decided he would work towards being an Alpha some day, the title he felt he deserved. Still, Charon was rather happy, despite all of the tragedy that had befallen the pack: he had searched far and wide for Atreyu and Jorunn both, but their scent trails had died and he had not found anyone who'd seen them. He was sad, but he had long decided he could not be sad all the time: for Levi's sake, for the pack's sake.

The young Beta trotted along the borders when he picked up the scent of another wolf. Ears poked forward in the direction of the stranger, and he made his way there. Tail was carried proudly and head tall, a proud expression on his face.

Upon his approach he found another male, young, but not as young as himself. Charon couldn't find many scents on him, and guessed it was probably a loner. He approached dominantly and asked, though not entirely unkindly: "What do you want?" Then he waited, hoping that it wasn't anything bad, like that dirty, sick loner he'd met up North a while ago.

i'll be gone through the weekend (friday - monday), but didn't want to leave you hanging in case Danni doesn't have time to reply soon either so tossing Charon in here anyway. :3