thinking of you

"It is," Charon retorted, his eyes narrowing a little at Mordecai's comment. He decided not to let it get to him and show that he was superior by... well, perhaps he shouldn't have commented back, but whatever. His uncle deserved it.

Mordecai went on a tangent about mountains and how he didn't like them, only to suggest that Osprey probably could've gone to the mountains if she wanted to. He seemed indecisive; didn't like mountains, but wanted to check them anyway. Charon didn't think that Osprey had honestly gone to the mountains; it looked like there were plenty of places to flee to other than mountains that would probably make her trip and fall.

"Whatever, sure, let's check it," he said, though he clearly didn't agree that she might be there. Charon sniffed the surroundings as he trotted up to the path that was poorly travellable. He didn't smell anything Osprey-like there, but then, neither did he smell much else beside the charred scent of fire. Yuck.