Lake Rodney the story of small pox and barf face

Charon didn't like how Finley, whose name he knew finally knew, was starting to treat him kind of like he was that kid again. He'd liked much better when she had seemed nice and, well, like she was trying, or something. Well, whatever. Deciding to just gloss it over (something Charon hadn't ever been particularly good at) he listened to what she had to say, rolling his eyes at 'son' (he wasn't sure whether it was a reference to how young he was or a reference to how old 'n crusty she was) and then snorting as she mentioned a mass relocation.

"I'm more looking for extermination," said Charon. "There's two, and they're dangerous. If we chase them off they'll just come back and might hurt some of us. I'd rather kill them in some way, whether it's straight up fighting or more." He didn't know at the time that they would take care of one of the bears during the winter, of course, but the second one would still be lingering about. Charon didn't want to take any chances that when there would be pups upon Moonspear, there'd still be one or more bears thinking they owned the place. He wanted no risks to his offspring, so he wanted them dead.