Moonspear Strange

The ending to the story that Thistle told was kind of beautiful and sad, and Charon grimaced as the story came to a halt. Coyotes... He hated them, but even he felt a little sorry for the coyote. Everyone did things they weren't supposed to sometimes, so to be paid by having your entire race doomed to be mangy scavangers seemed rather harsh. He doubted if any of the coyotes knew or believed such stories, though. "That was beautiful... And kind of sad." He actually felt a little silenced by the story, and though there were no stars to be seen since it was daytime, Charon looked up into the sky as though he actually expected there to be one of the packs Thistle mentioned. "I'll be sure to look at the stars tonight to try and look for them." Whether the story was true or not, it didn't matter. It'd still be special once he found a cluster of stars.

"I'm gonna head off now. It was nice talking to you again," said Charon, an appreciative smile on his face. He bumped his nose to Thistle's cheek and then he turned around, making to leave and mull his thoughts over in his head, both the things he'd heard in the story as well as his feelings towards Amekaze.