Honeyed Pasture windsong

Charon was... opinionated. But the masked yearling wasn't entirely put off. Really, he was just happy to have some company even if this meeting only ended up being a fleeting conversation. Eamon was missed, but his chatter-mouth left a bit to be desired. At least he had a new family to rattle off to. "Or talks too much..." He comments with a noncommittal shrug. Jura had grown up sandwiched between Eamon and his siblings, all of them lacking a verbal filter, so he simply had taken up listening rather than speaking as his main go-to, but he didn't feel as it was relevant to the here and now. 

But he was in the presence of an, admittedly young, Alpha. He hadn't caught wind of a strong border marking nearby, but that didn't really matter. Charon seemed tolerant enough of him so far. He did, however, flatten his ears to indicate his submission towards the self-proclaimed Alpha. No taking any chances here. "Not really. I dispersed from my pack with my best friend to find someplace new to settle down, but he ended up meeting a girl. So, now it's just me." That's the problem with being a teenage wolf; sometimes a pretty lady (or guy!) is much more important than your best buddy.