Moonspear you might catch a star

The forest looked promising so far, untouched by the storms, and at the very least not burned down in any capacity. Charon trailed along a path and he looked left to right, taking in his surroundings, while he tried to sniff for prey. He wasn't intending to catch anything now, for he was stiff and weary from the journey and didn't doubt the same went for Flóki, but it would be good to know what sort of prey lived on the slopes of what could possibly be their new pack.

Flóki seemed to agree on the size of the mountain, and Charon couldn't wait to check out the view. It was one of the biggest perks of living on a mountain. If it was really good, he could just take his pack here to show them how fantastic the view was. If they'd feel as much a king as he did sitting atop of the mountains, they'd be fine moving to one.

Upon the call, Charon flinched, head in the air and ears erect to listen. He exchanged a quick look with Flóki, who seemed alert too, but when he heard the second name shouted Charon recognised the voice. "Dhole!" he said, and looked down at Flóki with a relieved smile. "It's Dhole, she's one of my friends." Charon came into motion again and galopped out of the forest while he looked up to see where Dhole was at. "We're over here, Dhole!" he called out once he reached the edges where the forest ended and the mountain truly started, a cheerful smile on his face while he searched for where Dhole was at.