Bramblepoint Nothing on this earth can break your heart

Ever since the day that Lazarus had taken what was his, pissed all over his happiness, Charon had been feeling extra vengeful. All of the pain he had accumulated and held onto throughout his life was piled on, poured in until there was no more space. And now he was done. He was King of a mountain and still he had made mistakes — he should have taken out Lazarus the first time he had stepped out of line. As a matter of fact, he and Flóki should have simply killed him when he had first disobeyed Flóki, no matter his loyalty to Amekaze. She had been too vain and proud, too happy with the attention she received, to notice that something was off. She had let this happen, in a way, but whether or not he would ever fully forgive his own mate was overshadowed by his desire for revenge and so his feet had been hardly restless ever since the day it had happened. His face and shoulder were riddled with fresh wounds but they were nothing compared to the wounds the event had left in multiple places of his heart and mind.

He had searched the base of the mountain but had turned up empty-handed for the most part, and so he had expanded his search now. It was foolish, really, to think that he might find Lazarus around bramblepoint, but he searched here nevertheless. Yet he was distracted by something — a call — and his ears erected, then fell back. The voice was distantly familiar, but truthfully he sought it out mostly because he thought that maybe this man might have information he needed in regards to Lazarus. Something to occupy his paws and his heart before it bled out entirely in the light of recent events.

Yet when he came round the corner and eventually found the center of the brambles he realised that either this was a mistake or a pleasant coincidence. While his hunger had subsided enough for him not to consider this wolf a snack — though it wasn't like Ness' body had tasted bad — he hadn't forgotten all the damage he had caused that day. Lips peeled back to reveal a snarl that was strengthened by the fresh wounds littered across his snout and face. "Are you hiding him?" Charon asked through gritted teeth, irrationally not putting Dhole's father above hiding his mate's rapist, even if it didn't make sense at all.