Moonspear sweet talker

sure! :)

Charon waited with bated breath for her answer, but unfortunately it wasn't a good one. Maybe he should've realised that ripping off someone's head wouldn't make up for all the things and that it wouldn't bring Dhole back, but somehow it felt like it would have. He let out a frustrated sigh as he realised that they weren't going to ever catch Goober. He had disappeared. Charon idly wondered if Dhole had anything to do with it, but he couldn't really imagine her in her irrational mind would have been able to find him before Goldhawk. She'd left way later. Maybe if she ever returned he could still tell her that he had killed Goober. Though would it really make a difference? And why would she even return after what she had done?

He frowned as he processed Eshe's story and tasted the question that she asked about how they were holding up. "Dhole up and left, the ungrateful bitch," Charon said, his expression hardening as he spoke. He didn't want to allow himself to feel anything in regards to Dhole anymore — let alone see anyone else that her departure hurt him. That he'd loved her, in some form or another, and that her absence still left a Dhole-sized hole in his heart, for she had been among his inner circle. "Flóki's pretty broken up about it, of course. The pack's been small lately, but we'll survive." At least gentler times were approaching now — things would get better, they always did. And before winter, surely they would thrive once more and pull through next winter as they did through last.