Firefly Glen Viva La Vida

Though he would normally be instantly offended by another's offence, Charon was mostly relieved to hear the other dude's accusation. It meant that he wasn't going to fight him for the catch, at least. Charon put down the hare between his front legs and was about to make a retort when the other guy complimented him on the catch, making Charon forget any irritation he might've felt at the earlier accusation. His hackles fell, his posture visibly relaxing as he concluded that this wolf wasn't going to be a threat to him.

As he licked his lips, the guy introduced himself as Nox and mentioned he was a lone wolf. It was good information, for Charon's nostrils were still filled with hare and blood, not that focussed on any background noise (which Nox was in the heat of the hunt). "I'm Charon Ostrega," he introduced himself with a confident smile. "Alpha of Moonspear." Charon glanced in Moonspear's direction when he said it, and pride flooded him as he reminded himself that he was that magnificent mountain's supreme ruler. Even now it looked like it pierced the very sky. One day, Charon told himself, he ought to climb to its top to see if it really did pierce the sky, and if one could really touch the stars, the moon and the sun up there.

"Where'd you guys come from?" Charon asked conversationally while he licked the blood off his lips. He considered that Nox might be hungry, considering he was a lone wolf and had a friend to boot, but then again, two lone wolves would probably have less trouble getting their stomachs fed than if he were all alone. And it wasn't like Charon was a charity foundation of any sorts; he and his pack needed this food, too.