The Heartwood just when you got it all, you always wanna get some more

What timing to grow some balls, Charon thought to himself as the female growled at him. His hackles rose in instinct and tail twitched tensely to betray his irritation. "Happy?!" Charon snapped when she said that he was acting happy; he didn't consciously realise that he'd been telling it so cheerfully (which was mostly because he always enjoyed a good informing of dumb wolves so he could feel smart, not because he thought storms were funny).

Charon bristled when she started to belittle him, telling him he needed to pay more respect. Now it was time for a growl to rumble in his throat, and conveniently he had the best comeback. "I lost my little brother in this storm," Charon said snippily. Well, at least he wasn't sounding too happy anymore. "So maybe you should pay a little more fucking respect!" He managed to suck in a 'bitch' just in time, though when he finished speaking he thought he really should've. Too late now.