Haunted Wood Home

It was kind of cute how she looked to be both a little nervous and confident. Like she didn't want to be sent home, maybe. Charon wasn't about to berate her on being out here, anyway; he had often gone on trips himself when he was little, and he knew how great it could be to explore. It was dangerous, perhaps, but without a little danger, how could a pup really grow into an adult?

"Don't worry, I won't tell on you," he said with a grin. "I'm just out looking for a bad wolf, but he's probably wounded a lot so he won't be very dangerous." He hoped, anyway. "What's your name? I'm Charon Ostrega, from Moonspear. It's the big mountain between here and the shoreline, on the left side." He wasn't sure she knew any wind directions, so he wasn't about to potentially confuse her with those.