Silverlight Terrace at war with oneself

Suddenly the other dude started to get all fidgetty, and it wasn't long before he rushed off in a hurry, using some excuse or the other. Charon watched him leave, kind of flabbergasted really, because his pack was quite full and he hadn't expected a wolf to turn down a given opportunity like that. Not that he'd been all accepted yet, of course, but still...

Dhole broke the silence of Charon's surprise, and he looked at her. She looked kind of fragile, what with the way she apologised for wasting his time, and so Charon tried to hold back on the not-so-very constructive criticism. "Well, you tried," he said, though his tone of voice was very passive-aggressive, the frustration seeping through even though he hadn't intended for it to. Charon forced a smile to his face and decided to toss his anger at the random dude who just ran off anyway, as it seemed safer in relations to his friendship to Dhole: "We don't need that loser, anyway." He bumped Dhole's cheek with his nose in a consoling manner, while poorly hiding his disappointment.

Dhole was still learning, anyway; she was barely nine months old anyway, and not everyone could be a wunderkind like Charon, of course. He told himself this while he put a smile back on his face and said: "C'mon, let's go home. They can't all be winners." Surely some day Dhole would bring him an actually useful recruit, and all of her failures would pay off because at least she'd then be able to tell the idiots from the potentials because of all her experience trying to recruit idiots.