Silvertip Mountain the storm approaches

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Charon waited, his posture neutral and his tail hanging loosely at his hind legs; he was a visitor here and so did not carry around his usual air of dominance. Although he was enraged by what had been done to a wolf of his pack, he was not going to manifest it on Fitz; his relations with Silvertip were far too good for that, anyway. Much to Charon's disappointment, it wasn't Fitz that showed up at his borders. When he saw Mason approach in the distance, Charon felt his hackles raise but momentarily, but he forced his anger away and kept a neutral position as well as face as the Beta approached. Charon had expected him to be all uppity since the tables were now turned and Charon was near Mason's land, but to his surprise as well as pleasure Mason remained fairly neutral himself. It seemed that the boy had learned a lesson that day, after all.

It made sense that Fitz would stay with his mate — Charon would've done the same if it were Amekaze — but it pleased him somehow to hear Mason ramble on about how they didn't realise it was Charon and that maybe Fitz would've popped by himself had he known. As if he was some sort of VIP around Silvertip, or something. Enjoying the feeling of being important, Charon smiled confidently at Mason as he said, "No worries, you can pass him on a message. Do any of you know a wolf named Goober? The weirdo attacked one of my wolves, so I want to track him down and see him brought to justice." Charon hoped that Mason knew of this Goober wolf, because that'd make things easy, but throughout his angrily trotted journey towards Silvertip he'd realised that maybe it wouldn't be as easy as he had imagined to track down the guy as all he had was a name.