Porcupine Ridge i've given up

Charon was a proud wolf, but he wasn't stupid. He knew he needed help, and he wasn't going to turn it down when he walked into it. Perhaps it was fate. His pride was already bruised anyway, so when the offer was extended to him, he nodded quickly. "Thank you," Charon said. "I will not forget your kindness." He wondered if he would do the same to a wolf upon his borders. Perhaps not. Perhaps he would make them into slaves, like he did Saskia. He didn't even know why his mind flitted to her.

Now on his feet again, Charon looked at the Spire that Ame had pointed out. He waited until Ame would lead the way and then he would follow; none too fast on his feet, but he'd got this far, and he wasn't about to give up now that rest was getting closer and closer.