Great Bear Wilderness a flock of birds

Even though the bowl filled with cool-looking rocks so far didn't seem exactly lush with wildlife, it intrigued Charon as a Naturalist to see all the formations that they made. Atreyu confirmed that he hadn't seen the territory before, curt and short. It didn't seem like Atreyu, but then, ever since losing his leg he'd seemed to have gotten a little more curt in the use of his words, anyway. And he was probably still pissed off about the relocation. Well, Charon was only doing what was best for the pack (and himself, but on that matter he was lying even to himself by pretending that his own succession to Alpha had nothing to do with it) and he didn't care to argue about it, so on that matter he was glad that Atreyu didn't argue any further right now.

"It looks pretty cool," Charon said, although he still didn't expect it to be a feasible territory to settle in. The young Beta trotted into a clearing at the entrance, his shoulder still stiff from the fight with Dante, but he forced himself through the pain every day because exploring to find his new territory was way more important than resting up. The yearling sniffed one of the rock formations, ears perked forward, and then looked back at Atreyu. "Doesn't seem like a lot of prey round here so far, so probably not suited for living, but still worth exploring what these funny-looking rocks are, right?" If Atreyu would say no, then they could turn round and look at another territory. However, Charon figured that just doing something random amicably was what their friendship needed. Theirs had always been a peculiar friendship, with many ups and downs (actually, more really elaborate ups and downs than neutral moments, if there'd ever been any), and even if they hit a slump now, the fact that Atreyu was standing by his side made Charon confident they'd be just fine.