Moonspear Reforget

With bated breath Charon waited for what felt like forever for Dhole to answer his question. He felt a nauseous stirring in his gut, as if she was about to repeat what she had nearly said, and had certainly inferred. He couldn't really believe that Flóki would even do such a thing, but before he heard the words spoken no one could know for sure if Dhole had really just accused him or not.

The relief that it wasn't Flóki that had done anything to Dhole was immense. It was hard not to jump up and shout something like 'thank goodness' when some other dude's name came forth. The cheerful note lasted very shortly though, relief soon replaced with anger and the desire to hurt this Goober for ruining the happy life that he and his were going to have at Moonspear.

He wasn't sure what to say. There were so many questions, but Charon didn't want to bombard Dhole with them. "Does Flóki know?" he asked with the same soft tones, unaware of the altercation that'd just taken place between the two lovers. "Who is this 'Goober'? Where does he live? What's he look like?" Thoughts flashed through his mind, and his voice hardened as he spoke of this Goober fellow. If he had his way, Charon would prefer to drag him to Moonspear by the ears and do Dhole the honour of whatever she wanted with him; probably nothing pretty. Because he was perhaps the chosen child of the gods, but also a posessive friend who wouldn't allow any harm to come to his wolves. Whoever he was, this Goober would pay.