Bramblepoint The hunter becomes the hunted.

Dash remained silent, and Potema didn't introduce herself to him either, so after Potema embarrassedly answered his question, Charon said: "This great guy over here's Dash, one of my pack mates. And this is Potema," he said, gesturing at Potema, "A friend of mine." He smiled at her, glad that she had found them here. Not because he wanted to share the bad news with her, but because it was always good to see Potema again. Even if they'd only met at the end of their puppy months, it felt as though they'd known each other all their life to him.

She asked if they were looking for someone and Charon nodded. "Yeah, and not in a good way — guy called Lazarus. White, grey on the back, uh — probably wounded from falling down a mountain." He looked at Dash to see if he had anything to tack on, then expectantly at Potema to see if she'd seen him. He didn't yet disclose what Lazarus had done, because he didn't like talking about it. Besides, she'd ask if she wanted to know.