Moonspear words are weapons

It didn't take long for Charon's mood to turn from surprise to relief to bitterness. If Flóki was irritated by something, anyone could predict that Charon would be worse. He wasn't sure how to react: whether to think that these wolves Jorunn mentioned — Bazi and Scimitar Frostfur, wolves of whom Charon'd never heard before — had taken him from them, hadn't even looked for his real family at all, or to think that Jorunn was just an ungrateful little git who'd traded his birth family for some adoptive family and hadn't looked back once. Maybe he thought a little of both. They hadn't looked enough? Hah! His new family should've turned every stone to find his real family, and Charon felt not an ounce of gratefulness towards them. They deserved to see their pack raided as far as Charon was concerned, and Jorunn's place was here, no matter how he felt.

It would be better for all parties involved if Charon would decide to be the bigger wolf. He'd done so with Nishu, and had found a weak spot that he could press eventually to show that he was right. All he needed to do was keep his cool. "You insolent petty little child!" Charon spat, unable to stick to his plan for even just a second when he recounted all the things Jorunn had just accused them of. "I turned every stone in the god damned wilds for you! And what about your new family, huh? Why didn't they look for your real family? Maybe because they were too busy fucking stealing you from us?! They knew you lived near the ocean, since that's what you came out of! Shouldn't have been too hard to find the only coastal pack in the area, except they didn't even fucking try! And here you stand, accusing us of not looking for you and putting Asshole and Bitch Fuckfur on a fucking pedestal when they're the ones that should've brought you back to us 'cause they knew where we lived all along!" And breathe out. Charon's hackles had risen and his tail curled over his back, twitching tensely as he stared at Jorunn, his long lost brother (well, one of them, anyway). It was weird how identical he looked to Flóki, and how many fond memories Charon had of playing with Jorunn when he was little, and yet nothing of either of those attachments Charon had were found back when looking at this wolf.

Charon had intended to take Jorunn in on the spot just moments ago, glad to have his brother back, but now he was not so sure. He felt as though Jorunn'd been brainwashed by his new 'family' and felt a dark desire for revenge brewing inside of him. "We moved because our pack was too small to fend for itself come winter after all that happened to us, so I did what I had to do to save my family — our family." He narrowed his eyes, finding back some of his cool, at least for long enough to let Jorunn get in some words, if he had any smart-ass comments and accusations left.