Moonspear words are weapons

If Jorunn was expecting sympathy, he was going to be disappointed; Charon wasn't feeling an ounce of empathy towards the boy. In particular because he saw the pain that it had caused Thistle and Flóki to see him vanished. Heck, even Ragna and Kaylan had been hit by it, and maybe it was the very reason that they were now gone. Jorunn seemed angry at Charon, which to Charon seemed completely irrational. If anyone deserved to be righteously angry, it was him and Flóki, and definitely not 'Tevinter'.

More words were thrown at Charon, but it only felt like more empty sentiments that were trying to further twist the dagger that had been inserted into his heart. He was going to fight tooth and nail to defend the wolves he loved; and Jorunn no longer encompassed those wolves after he had deserted him and his family. The fact he compared how Charon had been taken in by Thistle and Ragnar to how the Frostfurs had taken him from his only infuriated Charon further. A low growl rumbled in his throat and his tail twitched furiously when Jorunn drew the comparison. His own parents were dead, whereas Jorunn's mother and family had been at home, mourning him, falling apart.

Of course, he hadn't been here to witness that. He didn't know how it had been. Charon was about done with this; he wanted to find the Frostfurs and give them what was coming to them, one way or another. He was a viking, and would not let what was his — his family — be taken. As soon as Jorunn had left, he would ask Flóki and Wildfire to comb the wilds for the Frostfurs while he devised a plan. He wasn't yet decided whether or not he'd tell Ame. She might disagree, and perhaps it would be easier if she didn't find out. He wasn't sure yet what he'd do when he had the Frostfurs. Maybe take one of their children. Charon would not rest until they were punished.

Something weird happened while these vengeful thoughts danced and multiplied in the young Alpha's head. Jorunn suddenly gave in, saying he would take up Charon's last ditch effort offer (one he hadn't even considered Jorunn might take) and join them, learn what he had lost, make up for the time he was gone. Charon's expression was shocked, and Flóki asked the question that was on the forefront of his mind. What about the Fuckfurs? He looked sharply at his distanced brother, waiting with bated breath for his answer.