Honeyed Pasture windsong

Jura snickers softly at Charon's passionate response, and flashes him a wild grin. He isn't wrong, that's for sure! But he didn't linger long on this one point, and quickly moved on to the reason Jura was here in the first place. He blinked at the strong use of the word 'douchebag'; really, if he was being honest with himself, it was a bit of a dick move. As if being uprooted from their home wasn't quite enough to bond them together. 

He shifts his weight from his left foot to his right and shrugs. "Yeah, well, maybe things will change and I'll see him again." He replies lamely. He didn't expect it to happen because that just wasn't Eamon's way, but it was difficult not to hold out just a little touch of hope. He did miss him, after all.

Anyway! Charon soon offered to repay him for his efforts, and even extended an offer for him to join up with his pack, Moonspear. The young alpha even nudged the remaining fowl towards him and Jura leaned down to gingerly pull it back towards him. "I, wow, okay. I'll do that, or, uh, keep it in mind, too." He flicks an ear back to indicate his feelings on that, admittedly, very awkward response. Clearly he hadn't expected to be offered a place in a stranger's ranks so quickly. 

"Thanks, Charon. Earth keep you." He says with another sweep of his tail and a genuine smile.