Silvertip Mountain For old time's sake

At the approach of the dominant male, Charon felt a prickle of irritation, for this pack was Fitz' to lead and he could not imagine anyone but him — and his mate — as the Alpha. Yet their scents had faded and Charon feared that there was nothing but truth in the words of the other when he did speak. Charon kept his tail hanging at his hocks, relaxed, though he did not lower the rest of his body much, his body language remaining neutral for he did not feel that he was anything but an honoured guest on Silvertip territory.

"I'm Charon, Alpha of Moonspear," he shared with the stranger, whose name was apparently 'Steady'. It seemed like a weirdo name to Charon, but then again, FitzDutiful hadn't been the best of names either, so maybe it was just a thing they had going on here at Silvertip. "I'm looking for Fitz. Or Mason. Or Fitz' mate." Surely, any of these three would be around to talk to him. Charon nearly forgot his purpose for coming here, suddenly finding himself focussed on receiving whatever news of Fitz' disappearance or death he was sure to receive soon, considering the scent markers had changed much since his last visit here and there was no sign of Fitz' scent any longer.