Moonspear But it's fun to fantasize

Her reaction pleased him, because the thing Charon craved more than anything else was to be in control. Having a thrall was like a silly boy's dream to him. He'd had Saskia, but she'd left, was nothing more than a vague memory and his mother had been Alpha at the time, and she hadn't even known. He'd grown attached to Saskia, in the end. He wondered if it'd happen to this wolf, too, but then, circumstances were different. It wasn't a storm that had brought this one here, but her own behaviour.

He nodded absently when she spoke of her leg. Charon sat down and his tail fell, his stance relaxing knowing that she had submitted. "What sort of things are you good at? What did you like doing most?" He may as well know her strengths so that he may play into them, Charon reasoned — and perhaps they even had things in common that he could teach her about, or the other way around.