Ouroboros Spine Black as Soot, Cold as Ice

Charon was a little ashamed that Potema had heard about the fire that had raged through Ouroboros Spine, and he hadn't when it was so close to his own home. It hadn't even occurred to him to check this place out before, really. Then again, he'd never really been much of a mountain man before setting foot on the Sunspire and realising its greatness and potential, anyway. "I was exploring to find a place for my new pack," he said, pride shining through in his voice. "Then when I saw the burnt forest, my inner Naturalist got curious so I decided to check out the scope of destruction. I've never seen a burnt area this big. I wonder what's still on the island. It has a certain something to it, y'know, one island bustling with health in the middle of all this destruction."

Potema asked about his scars. While his every movement reminded him of the healing wounds on his body, Charon tended to forget that they were still so visible to everyone else. "Well, yeah... I got into a fight with this dick who couldn't take me stating the facts of his incompetence to him." Charon didn't really feel like the full description, but this near enough described things. He hoped that Potema'd picked up on the important facts in all that he'd just said: that he was starting a new pack and was going to be an Alpha.