Moonspear Count to ten

Flóki seemed upset about something in relation to Jorunn's disappearance, and soon he spilled the beans. Charon's eyes narrowed as the information was shared, though not in regard to Flóki -- instead he felt resentful towards Jorunn, for so many reasons. He hadn't been happy for his twin's deserved promotion, had probably put himself in the role of the sad victim whom wasn't loved by anyone -- no surprise -- and now he was making Flóki feel guilty about that moment, regardless of whether or not he'd run off. If he had run off, Charon was going to be pissed beyond belief, especially since he was teetering on the edge of looking for Jorunn or giving up on him and disowning him for good.

Unable to hide his resentment, Charon hissed: "What a dick! I can't believe he would do that to you!" Flóki wasn't the most outwardly confident wolf to start with -- Charon actually appreciated his humbleness a lot -- and Charon felt instantly protective of his favourite brother knowing that someone had tried to break him down so shortly after his promotion. Anyone with a set of eyes and a brain could see that Flóki deserved to stand beside Charon as Beta, and so anyone who disagreed, much less gave Flóki, of all wolves, shit about it, didn't deserve to be in this pack in the first place. "Looks like there's more than trying to reconcile and see how he's doing to talk about if we do find Jorunn." Charon looked broody and annoyed, and it was clear that if he would find his brother he'd give him a good piece of his mind. It was likely that Jorunn's fragile ego couldn't take such a beating and that he would leave even if he hadn't already left now, but Charon couldn't help it. Anyone who touched Flóki was in big trouble with the young, self-centered Alpha, for his little brother was probably the only thing that he could be selfless about.