Silverlight Terrace break the world

The fresh breeze of spring scent was almost confusing with the bloodlust that was on Charon's mind. On his way home from Neverwinter Forest, Charon made his way through the rolling hills of the terrace. Just as he passed into the territory, Charon noticed the form of a white wolf nearby. He calmed, knowing that it wasn't this Goober fellow as he was coloured differently, from Eshe's description. Yet the terrace was near enough to Moonspear for Charon to carry himself a proud ruler, and so he approached with his shoulders and head carried regally. His tail waved behind him, not displaying signs of dominance since the other seemed no threat to him so far.

Charon approached with a chuff to announce his presence. There was a friendly expression on his face as he further closed the distance between the two of them, hoping that the other wolf would be equally friendly. Maybe this wolf had seen Goober, and it certainly couldn't hurt to ask.