Moonspear Ripcord

The subject of the bear that had murdered Ness was pushed aside for the moment; they had bigger worries right now. They needed food, or things would not end well for them. Charon looked at Flóki as he spoke, mentioning that the locusts had tore apart everything in their way here. Charon had suspected such from his vantage points upon Moonspear as he looked down at the barren wasteland from atop his throne.

Flóki mentioned the west, but the big question on Charon's mind remained unanswered. Yet he was distracted when Casmir was mentioned, a name that struck a chord. Charon needed to think for a little while, but then he remembered — "I met him once. I thought he was part of Dante's pack?" It made Charon wonder if the boy had left or if his parents had perhaps left Dante's pack. "Anyway, is there more food in the west?" He couldn't really imagine that beyond the mountain ridge there'd suddenly be a lush area — but if there were, then perhaps they could find a way down the mountain on the west side and hunt there instead. It might yet be their saviour.