Moonspear Kiss me quick

Charon had forgotten that he'd shared the death of his father with Dhole before. Thing was, he did that sort of thing a lot, especially when he was younger, if not only to garner sympathy. While a part of Charon did feel sad about his parents and the missed chances at getting to know them, he did not feel actual lingering sadness for losing the faceless wolves that had birthed him, for it felt like he had never known them at all, so young was he when he lost them. The only wolf he felt genuinely sad losing in his life was, truthfully, Levi — Levi had been the one constant in Charon's tumultuous life, and his disappearance had only confirmed to Charon that you shouldn't get too attached to those you love.

Charon was glad that Thistle had followed them here, to Moonspear, although he felt bitter towards her for being unhappy about it. Hopefully she'd come around once she found out what a fantastic place to live Moonspear was. He didn't say any of that to Dhole though, and just nodded to confirm that Thistle was Flóki's mother (and here). "Yup. Thistle used to be Alpha at the Bay, but after Ragnar died she became real unhappy so I think it'll give her some more rest to no longer be a leader now." Talking of the Bay made Charon realise how little he missed it, so far. He had imagined that he would miss Stavanger Bay and its sandy shores a lot more than he did.

When Dhole spoke admiringly of him and the hardships he'd surpassed, Charon tilted his head slightly and smiled softly at Dhole, clearly appreciating what she said about him. He was never one to turn down compliments and actually thrived on them, and so he guzzled this particular one up with no hesitation or modesty.