Bramblepoint The hunter becomes the hunted.

Charon arrived quickly, leaving Dash to believe he hadn't been very far. The other male was about to ask a question when a rustling could be heard close by. Dash's hackles raised, first thinking it could be Lazarus. Instead it was a female. She looked like she had been through the ringer, with scars littered over her face, and he couldn't quite tell, but possibly one on her shoulder. He didn't stare, especially after he realized that Charon and she knew each other. 

He smoothed his hackles as they spoke, his gaze going back to the spot where Lazarus obviously slept. He looked to Charon when he made the comment, nodding in agreement. His attention went back to the female before them, wondering how Charon knew her, but he didn't voice his question, instead he chose to remain quiet.