Gilded Bay Actions speak louder than words

Charon was patrolling the lands surrounding the Bay when he noticed the female and the male in the distance. At first he thought they were just having a conversation, but upon his approach the Young Beta noticed that the female was eating, and she looked on edge. On first glance, she'd looked like she was having a normal conversation, but he soon noticed how closely she was watching the male. The male, on the other hand, seemed to mostly just make a game out of it, looking amused. He'd probably continue to do so until the female's fangs were actually in his grin.

Since he'd eaten earlier today, Charon had no interest in the fish. He didn't trust carcasses that washed on the beach: when he was young, Charon had once eaten a rotten washed-up fish on Stavanger Bay's shores that had lain in the sun a few days too long, and it'd been a terrible experience that involved a lot of barfing and several days of feeling awful. It had taught him to stay far away from washed up seafood.

However, Charon felt responsible for all the lands that surrounded Stavanger Bay, and since he didn't often see other wolves in this particular area, he decided to intervene, and at the least make sure they didn't kill each other so close to the Bay. Or just have a chat, if an intervation was unnecessary. Charon approached them neutrally. "Everything alright here?" he asked, briefly looking at the female before turning to look at the male, hoping to get his attentions across. Mostly, he hoped it'd get across that he didn't care about her fish at all, since he'd given it no attention.