Moonspear I scorn their hatred, if they do but fear me

It didn't surprise Charon that Ness was angered or upset in some way by the events that he told her of. Anyone would be — Dhole had been such an integral part of the pack and of many of her pack mates' lives that it was hard to imagine she would betray the pack. Charon just continued to slowly and meticulously pluck the feathers from the bird, as in his case the unease and feelings of betrayal had already settled and found a place somewhere. They were still uncomfortable, but he wasn't going to treat himself poorly because of it.

Ness mumbled that she would've chased Dhole out, and Charon grimaced wryly as he recollected the events that day. He had, in some way, done this — except his intention had been to keep her from running, to pin her down and, he wasn't even sure what then — lock her up somewhere under constant supervision until she became sane again? He hadn't exactly thought it through. "She ran when I got angry," said Charon. "She was already near the borders, so it wasn't a very far run. I didn't exactly have to chase her, because it was very clear that she wasn't coming back." He frowned darkly, feeling the betrayal of one of his best friends bubble up again. "I just don't understand why this has happened, but maybe it will be explained later. Maybe... Maybe something good will happen in return. Every time that something terrible happened in my life, something good's followed. Like when I was attacked and nearly died, I found Amekaze, and we started Moonspear. It often feels as though something is guiding my steps." He looked up at the stars in silent answer to who — he wasn't sure if it was because the stars were literally following his every move and watching over, if they decided his fate or if there was some other way that his fate was connected to the stars or gods or whatever was out there. The only thing he knew was that he was fated for greatness and he had proof of it. "Almost dying hurt a lot less than this, though..." he murmured and he briefly stopped plucking the bird, admitting for the first time that he wasn't just flaming mad at Dhole, but really hurt on a deeper level, too.