Moonspear Look through the rifle's sight

this is set directly after this thread.

First, Charon had washed his face. It looked much less gruesome now, though some pink stains remained where his blood had flown. His left ear was torn a little and the side of his face and muzzle had some wounds, but they had mostly scabbed over and in some places along his muzzle the fur was missing. He'd washed the taste of blood from his mouth and then returned to the corpse, where he spent some time staring at his pack mate's body, which grew colder and colder. He'd considered all the possible options about what he would tell Amekaze and the pack.

Tipping his nose upward, Charon called for @Amekaze and @Floki first and foremost, for he wanted to give them the opportunity to see what had transpired before he would inform the rest of the pack. There was a lingering sadness to his call, and as he stayed by Nishu's side, Charon started to dig a hole where they could bury the body — as he remembered they'd done with Ragnar's body, and so Nishu's would lay forever on Moonspear. Nishu's broken leg and throat lay in a pool of his own blood, the damages of what Charon had done showing plain and open, but Charon did not look the least bit guilty.

He had done what he needed to, done what was the best for everyone.