Neverwinter Forest all around the world

Luckily she figured it was because of his late father that he was angry, and she burst into another series of stories. Charon felt torn, but he couldn't deny that Eshe was a pretty friendly thing and he didn't really want to hate her. Besides, it wasn't her personally that'd done anything. She was just a Frostfur, nothing more, for the moment. His uncle could be a dick sometimes too, but that didn't mean all Ostregas were bad; he thought the same of this Frostfur, who wasn't even one biologically.

Charon soon forgot about his hate while listening to her stories. She told a story of her father saving the day, one that appealed to him specifically because he liked to think himself the knightly sort who'd rescue damsels in distress, even if he was also a King now. Charon could not suppress a laugh when she mentioned pee and made a funny face with it. When she finished speaking about Verrine, he smiled and said: "Thanks for telling me about him. It's weird to sort of know him, but still know so little about him — about both my parents." It was weird to feel kinship to a wolf he didn't even know; his memories of Verrine and Julooke both were just distant, fuzzy memories, but somehow they were still a part of him. He recognised a lot of himself in the stories of Verrine, too.

A silence fell between them and stayed for a little bit, a rare moment considering how chatty both were. Then Charon looked at Eshe and casually asked, "I'd like to meet your mate, too. Scimitar, was it?" He wanted to meet the man, see the face of the one who had taken his little brother. Map the face, and maybe some day take his revenge, if opportunity presented itself. He hoped Scimitar wouldn't be as nice as his mate, but whatever he was, he was dumb for not knowing to take a lost pup back to its pack.