Honeyed Pasture windsong

The wolf was a little weird, being charitable as he was, and though he remained short of words, at least some words came out. Charon didn't have the patience to deal with another idiot who didn't speak properly (whether because they were mute, didn't speak the common language or had just never learned to properly speak) so he was glad that was not the case. Even a name was offered, and Charon nodded while he took another bite from his gift. Perhaps if he were a bit more empathical the yearling would've realised it better to share, but as things were he was hungry and wanted all of it to himself. It did not even occur to him to share, even though he had gotten the food from Jura in the first place.

" 'm Charon, Alpha of Moonspear," he said between bites. Licking the blood off his lips, Charon looked at Jura before continuing: "Glad you're not a mute, Jura. It's one thing if someone just doesn't talk much, but it gets pretty annoying if they refuse to talk altogether." Not that Charon knew a lot about mutes, which was illustrated by his words. "Anyway, what brings you here? You from 'round here?" Charon sniffed the air to try and determine if Jura was any pack's, but all it brought him was the scent of blood and he found himself dig into the fowl again for another couple of bites while he awaited an answer.