Sea Lion Shores ours is to smile at your passing, friend

Her attempts to fight them off were laughable, and when the metallic scent of blood filled the air, Atreyu had no doubts that they were in the clear here. If Charon wanted, he would aid in putting the coywolf out of her misery. His own form crashed into hers and they tumbled, the Gamma flailing as he collapsed onto his side. Without the use of two full forelegs, his balance was minimal at best and he struggled to right himself. By the time he was upright again, Blythe had managed to worm away, but not without Charon taking another bite out of her.

The girl's blood smeared across his own cheek, Atreyu stood beside his Beta with a raised tail and curled lips. Her words her met with a snarl. If she thought to bring about Charon's end herself, she was a fool. The wretched creature went to leave then, and Atreyu idly glanced at the boy beside him, allowing him to make the decision — let her leave or no?