The Heartwood Well, nobody's perfect

It was evident right away from her defensive reaction that Fitz didn't know about his daughter being out here. Charon wasn't sure why he even cared, and then he remembered how often he had gone out at that age. Of course, his parents were both dead at that point, so it wasn't like anyone really cared if he went out, he thought bitterly to himself, but still. He relaxed a little, though he let out a snorted laugh when Fitz's pup asked if his father -- or the ruddy girl's -- knew where he was.

"My father's dead," Charon coldly retorted. Maybe he should've given the same reply as the ruddy girl's, he realised after she had replied, but it was too late for that now. The ruddy girl introduced herself as 'Dhole', which seemed like a weird, boring and unfitting name for the girl with the outstanding fur colours. Of course, Charon had never actually seen a dhole, or he might've swallowed that opinion.

When Dhole asked each of them who they were, Charon spoke first. "I'm Charon, Beta of Stavanger Bay," Charon said, with a tone of pride in his voice that was perhaps a little over the top. He looked at Fitz' kid and decided to be cool as he said: "I know your father, but no sweat -- I'm not gonna tell on you." He knew what it was like to need to get out of your pack and just explore on your own for a little while. The world was a dangerous place and tragedy could always strike, but then again, it wasn't like Charon was there to take care of everyone else, or whatever. Besides, wasn't like she would listen if he told her about how dangerous it could be to strike out on your own. And she wasn't exactly alone now: she had Charon and Dhole.