Great Bear Wilderness New kids on the block

Charon had tasked Flóki with keeping a check on the borders while he took up some rest. The past month had been taxing, particularly the many trips to Moonspear and back, and up and down the mountain, while his wounds had not yet been fully healed. Now the scabs had fallen off and though still a lot of fur was missing on his shoulder and back, Charon looked a lot more whole overall. He had been so occupied with claiming Moonspear he'd forgotten to take enough pause, and so he was catching up now.

Just as Charon had laid down his head while he lay in a shallow den in the forest that blanketed Moonspear's slopes, the howl went up. Eyes snapped open and a brief moment of contemplation followed. Curiosity was what fueled the young Alpha to get to his feet and trot on down to the borders, however, where he found Flóki and a stranger. Neither seemed agressive, but Charon dominantly carried tail and head high to indicate his status nevertheless.

Upon his arrival, Charon caught something about Wildfire, and he was all ears. It brought a smile on his face to know that she was seriously considering the move now, and had even consulted with her father about it. It made Charon realise how little he knew of who she was and where she was from; he didn't know any other wolves from Redhawk Caldera (or so he thought). "Hello. I'm Charon, Moonspear's Alpha." As for the question about his pack, Charon glanced at Flóki and remained silent, allowing his younger brother to answer the question (something Charon did not often do for anyone but Flóki).