Moonspear don't you wish to purge your fears

Charon wasn't sure if coyotes even hunted in groups, or if they were more on their own. Looking down at the corpse, he was reminded how much like a wolf the food thief looked.

His heart fluttered a little at the gentle touches between him and Ame, and as his bold move was rewarded by a content growl, Charon looked up, searching for eye contact. Flóki was forgotten a moment when Ame's tongue rolled across the wounds on his cheek. The touch stung, but not enough for him to break off the moment.

As soon as it had come, the moment ended with a chuff and a nudge to his shoulder. As though nothing had happened, Ame grabbed the coyote's scruff and said her farewells. "See ya later," Charon said casually in good bye. He then looked at his right hand guy and said: "Well done, Flóks. Proves once again that you were the right choice for Beta. That went well. " And with the last he didn't just mean the coyote encounter. The moment that he had just experienced was well worth the hurt cheek.