Moonspear This time

Being a heartless bastard who was only interested in making the best of this life, it was easy for Charon to appear innocent in the matter. It wasn't that he was completely vicious and would throw anyone under the bus for his own glory; he wouldn't have done this to Flóki. Probably. Or Amekaze. He had only a handful of wolves he truly trusted and loved, though, and the many losses he'd suffered had made him indifferent to others. As if they were objects to use, because they weren't built to last, anyway. It's not like they'd stay. Harley had said he'd stay forever, but what good was such a promise if he was going to be a disloyal dickhead?

Her body language was noted, though ignored for the time being. Being bold, aggressive and proud was what had always attracted her, he so guessed (well, he didn't know for sure, but those moments he was the most cruel, violent and arrogant were those that had drawn her in) and so that was what he would do now. Seeking boundaries, hers and theirs. "I bet we'll find those little shits together," he said with a derisive look on his face and he continued on in silence. It was not an uncomfortable silence, as their silences never were, not until that one painful day they'd run into each other at the water. He silently prepared for the bloodstains of his pack mates on his teeth. He did not think them innocent, however; in his mind they were the ones who'd orchestrated this all and so the fact that they would pay was just. Especially after the shit Harley pulled on him.

His tail lifted and he wore it like a banner of his intent for war while he moved along until he found her scent trail and started to follow it.

my last post! c: