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When a snort came forth that Charon interpreted as dismissive, the hairs in his neck pricked tensely and a low warning growl rumbled in Charon's throat. He made it clear he was not looking for a fight, but he was wordlessly demanding respect from his subordinate and he had better obey. Nishu flashed through Charon's mind, and it had left him powerhungry and yet more arrogant to know that he had the power to take a life, no questions asked; not even with Nishu, one of Ame's wolves, originally. No one would care for the death of yet another subordinate.

These dark thoughts were quickly pushed from his mind as he stared down the subordinate and eventually he spoke: "Found a place to your liking?" His words were laced with a thin veil of ice, as they would be until he would receive the explicit respect that he deserved. "I'm Charon, Ame's counterpart." Though he did not think that the words needed saying — his body language spoke enough volumes in regards to his stature within this pack — he wanted it clear in as many ways as possible he was to be treated properly. The stars had not given him this kingdom so close to theirs to squander it on wolves who did not know their place. Nishu had taught him that much.