Firefly Glen caesar cannot be a fool

Truthfully, Charon hadn't really expected Potema to say 'yeah, I'll join your pack' — though he was destined for greatness and there was something about their paths that kept them intertwined over time, he knew she had a family to go home to. Doubtlessly she would wish to join her own family. Perhaps time would bring them together in one pack at some point, but nothing but time could tell if they would. "I understand," he said. "You are always welcome to visit, or come to us when the time is right." Well, maybe she could not visit on the mountain until she joined, if she ever did, but at its borders and the nearby neutral areas they could always hang out some other time.

It didn't surprise Charon much that they should be reunited underneath the stars, of all places; the stars were his guidance and they, to him, represented the gods and whatever else was out there. The stars' greatness could not be underestimated and such a meeting underneath them seemed almost like a stroke of fate.

"Yes. You were a Naturalist too, weren't you?" he asked, vaguely remembering exploring Ouroboros Spine with her at some point after the fires had raged there. "Care to join me to try and decipher the stars some?" He glanced up at the skies; the night was fairly clear and though the view was not as good as it was atop Moonspear, it would do for now.