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Charon's tail twitched when Aesop mentioned how things had changed. Although he seemed reluctant to do so, Aesop did wise up and submitted to Charon, which felt good. Charon hadn't thought it would be so hard for Aesop, not understanding how it would be for Aesop to submit to a wolf as his superior that he'd taught things as a pup not that long ago. In Charon's mind, they'd always gotten along, and so he didn't understand. Still, he submitted, which was good enough for the young Beta.

His explanation was kind of vague and not very descriptive, Charon thought, and he had to resist the urge to make a snarky remark about that. Still, he was back, and while Charon didn't want any lousy quitters in his pack, they could use Aesop now that Atreyu had lost a leg, Thistle was still in her absent rouse of depression, and they'd lost several over the past months. Leading up to winter, they could use the extra wolf.

"Fine, you can come back," Charon said abruptly, sounding as though he'd just flipped a coin and decided on the spot, even though he had spent half a minute or so thinking about it. "But don't ever leave again." Charon narrowed his eyes briefly as he said this, his words as much a command as a warning. He didn't like deserters. Then Charon's face cleared up slightly and he said: "Welcome back. I'll warn you before you get a heart attack exploring, but the eastern side of the territory was wrecked by a passing storm, and some of the forest's harmed too."