Silvertip Mountain For old time's sake

"Thanks. He's a white wolf, mostly, with some grey around his back. He was chucked down a mountain so if he's still alive he'll look beat up." Charon didn't even remember how exactly Lazarus looked, as he never thought that it was something he would need to remember later on. But he was white, or cream, or something along those lines, at least, and he'd been smudgy along his back.

Charon nodded when Steady suggested an alliance of sorts. He'd never been one to make such definitive ties to other packs, but he certainly wished them to be on good standing. "We always had good ties when Fitz was still alive, so I don't see why this needs to change now," he said with an appreciative, though confident smile, believing in the future between their packs. His words were true, for he had no intentions to break off the good mood between the packs, even if he wouldn't take the word 'alliance' into his mouth.

"I should be headed off. Thanks, Steady," said Charon, glad that he had run into Steady that day. Perhaps in time they could be friends, like he and Fitz had been, in their own ways.