Moonspear Count to ten

don't mind at all! :) if Tev's still around and you want to join, feel free to pop in at any time, Victoria! :D

A smile etched along Charon's face as he saw his brother approach. He hoped that they could finally put all the heartsore behind them and start anew, somewhat; and he could ask Jorunn how he was doing in the pack and if there was anything he could do to help, or whatever. Charon didn't really think that his brother deserved the help he was going to offer, but whatever, someone had to be the bigger wolf and since he was the Supreme Emperor of the pack, he might as well be the one. As the figure approached, Charon called out: "Hey, Jorunn!" But as the familiar figure approached further, he realised by his brother's reaction that this wasn't the brother he had called out for; it was Flóki instead. He felt kind of dumb for calling the wrong brother's name, but Flóki hadn't been too close yet and well, they did look pretty much the same, especially from a distance.

"Sorry, thought you were the brother I'd called for," he said with a grin. "I figured I'd check up on Jorunn to see how he's doing... You know, talk." Charon sounded like he wasn't really sure what he was going to talk about yet, which illustrated how he was really just trying to get on Jorunn's good side, if it was possible at all. If need be, maybe he could exert his dominance by force to prove that he was a worthy leader -- that's probably what Ragnar would've done, anyway, and what with Jorunn idolising their late father so much... -- but he preferred the more civil approach. You know, the one where they'd talk about shit and then Jorunn'd realise that Charon was a pretty cool guy after all and he'd apologise, or whatever.