Firestone Hot Springs Is it getting any better

Suddenly the female dropped her guard, her aggression dying down. Charon didn't understand what was happening, which was shown by an uncertain look on his face and ears splaying to the side uncertainly. The female then mentioned his name, and her voice was familiar, but Charon couldn't quite place it. After all, to him the last time he had seen Osprey was nearly half a lifetime ago. He could sense the voice was familiar, but when he looked at the wolf in front of him all he saw was a pathetic old wolf that looked like shit. She definitely didn't look like anyone he knew. But then why was her voice so familiar?

"Yeah, I'm Charon," he said, eyes squinting in suspicion as he drew a little closer and studied her features. "Who wants to know?" Even as he looked at her face, Charon still didn't see it. He really did want to, but he couldn't find anything familiar to anyone he'd ever known in this wolf's body and face.