Moonspear the dragon's back rent asunder

If he would have had his way, Charon would rather not have discussed the poor state of their hunting adventures at all. Yet she brought it up, and he sighed lightly as she nosed through the fur on his chest. No more than a shake of his head was given before he lead the way towards the borders, unwanting to linger on the subject of food any longer. Talking about their lack of success and hunger only made him hungrier.

So as they moved towards the borders he said, "It's nice to see new faces in the pack. Let's hope they're competent hunters so they'll alleviate our hunger rather than emphasise it." Oops, there went his good resolutions not to mention hunger. Once more changing the subject Charon continued, "I suppose the first time wasn't a hit. When will you go to heat again?" He'd never been one for pussyfooting around subjects, so may as well be direct — Charon had no idea that he had yet a few months to wait 'til he was two years old and therefore couldn't yet put any buns in the oven. Never mind that now wasn't the best time anyway, what with the pinning hunger in their stomachs.