Moonspear Count to ten

Charon couldn't help but grin when Flóki mentioned genes. He knew little about such things, but enough to know he and Flóki shared none. He decided to forget about Jorunn for now; if he didn't return soon, maybe he'd have a look but truthfully, he didn't feel it was worth it. The only reason he'd want to look for his lost brother was to rub in his face when he found him. But, considering the other duties he had, he didn't really have time to upturn every stone for a disrespectful dog.

"Hey, do you want to spar?" Charon asked out of the blue now that the subject of Jorunn'd fizzled. He leaned to the ground with his front in a play bow and pawed the ground in further challenge. He could use the change of subject as well as the practise.