Wild Berry Meadow he followed

Usually Charon would watch his stars from atop his throne, his glorious mountain, but at times he would go down its slopes and into the fields below. Down into the firefly glen, or in this case, a meadow that he knew had once held berries. It made Charon realise how long it had been since he had left the mountain. He inhaled the warm summer air as he made his way through the meadow, eyes on the stars.

Though he himself stood out from his dark surroundings at night, the majority of his pelt pale, he didn't see the other wolf there. Charon was headed straight for him, trotting at a leisurely gait with his gaze to the skies, unaware of the presence of anyone else.