Firestone Hot Springs Is it getting any better

His mouth felt dry as he looked at Osprey, still unable to believe that it was really her. This shadow of a wolf looked nothing like her, but the recognition he saw on her face when he mentioned her adventure game name was enough proof that it was really her. His tail wagged uncertainly, a strangely undecided look on the impulsive boy's face; torn between being happy that his friend was alive and back, or sad that she was in her current shape.

"Shit, it's really you," Charon said, and a smile started to spread across his face, tail wagging in excitement as he decided to put the sadder bits of their meeting apart for now. "I looked for you like, everywhere with my uncle Mordecai." Charon breached the gap between them and pressed his nose in the gap underneath Osprey's chin, pressing his head against the wiry, white fur of her chest, the fur of her shoulder tickling the scarred tears of naked, ugly skin on his shoulder and back.

"Why'd you return to Dante?" Charon asked, the distaste for Dante dripping through in his voice, and the next moment the excited thought boiled up in him that she could come live with him at Moonspear. They were super full, but it was Osprey.