Moonspear rise and fall

The howl that rang through the air was recognised in a heart beat. Atreyu had been there for most of Charon's life, and while he'd just up and left at some point -- dead or otherwise, the latter just proven by the call -- he was still Atreyu. Part of the little band that had lived in Stavanger Bay for so long before moving to Moonspear. Charon instantly dropped what he was doing and started to trot towards the borders, where Atreyu's call had come from. He kept running for as long as it took until he reached the spot.

Upon reaching Atreyu, Charon actually had to use his nose to find the call's owner amongst the snow. To be angry hadn't occurred to Charon yet (perhaps because their pack was flourishing throughout this winter; if they had been struggling, he'd have been angrier, like he had been in the past at wolves that'd left them at their lowest, like Aesop or Saskia). He was just happy to see his friend home.

"Atreyu!" he called out as he neared and noticed the slump of Atreyu on the ground. His tail wagged to show his cheer at seeing his friend again, and although his body posture was dominant there were no signs of anger or aggression. His heartbeat quickened as he approached, hoping to see recognision to confirm that this really was his friend.