Great Bear Wilderness Talk dirty to me

Charon nodded as Dash commented on the mountains. They had a certain majestic quality that fit Charon to a t, as far as he was concerned himself. As for the question about Thistle Cloud... Charon frowned a little as he explained: "My real mom got killed by a bear when I was small. It was pretty gruesome." He decided not to exaggerate the details this time, since he didn't want Dash to think that he was still too bothered by the death of his mother all this time later. "Thistle Cloud and her mate pretty much raised me alongside their own pups, so that's why she's kind of like a mom to me. I know it probably sounds silly, but I don't really call her mom or refer to her as my mother because, I dunno, I guess out of respect for my real mom, or something. I mean, she didn't just up and decide to leave me, she was killed, so she deserves that, at least." Charon wasn't sure why exactly, but it felt like the memory of his mother's soft white fur would drift from his mind forever if he acknowledged Thistle as his real mom. Even though she pretty much was.

Dash easily shifted towards the subject of the upcoming pack again, and Charon nodded. He would just be happy to get through the winter. Hopefully his relations with Atreyu and Thistle would improve in due time too, when they would see that his decisions had ultimately been for the better of things. "Yeah, we've got a nice bunch," Charon said absent-mindedly while he thought about what he would say to Thistle Cloud when he would go and talk to her. He really hadn't a clue. He wasn't about to say sorry for something he wasn't sorry for, but she probably was expecting some sort of apology-ish thing from him, or whatever.