Moonspear i'll show you how to win

Flóki's posture showed that he was right on the money, not caring for extra clutter revolving around the center question: Goober. Their devotion to this cause was great, as was their devotion to Dhole; for Flóki his mate, for Charon a good friend that he loved in his own manners. To see her so destroyed lit a fire in Charon's heart and it seemed the same counted for his brother. The question was quickly met with an answer: "Sort of. Eshe knows where he's gone, due east some place. Some maplewood or something. She is going to go there to find him and bring him to us on neutral territory under false pretense." Yeah, so Eshe was a Frostfur, but she was also a pretty amazing friend in the short time that Charon had known her. The only downside to Eshe was, truthfully, her Frostfur-ness — the fact that she was mated to that sourpuss of a Scimitar.

Yet the task at hand was more important than Charon's hatred for Scimitar, and so Charon decided to stick to the topic at hand. "Man, that Scimitar's a real dick, though. He just keeps staring at me like I'm up to something." Charon was happy he could finally talk to someone about this without any consequences; Flóki was the one wolf he trusted wouldn't tell anyone else. "Eshe's super nice though, and I trust her with this." Charon smiled confidently as he said with a murderous sparkle in his eyes: "We'll get this asshole." And present his balls to Dhole on a silver platter. Attached, of course, so that she could do the honours. "Patrol with me?" Charon asked and he started to continue his patrol along the borders, deciding they might as well combine their duties.