Moonspear making the rounds

Had Charon known of Pyx's level of cluelessness about what exactly had all happened, she'd likely have been his favorite person. She was utterly clueless, only knowing that three wolves had left under less than favorable circumstances. She nodded at his response, but was cheered to find that it was without a sharp bite of scorn. She, of course, knew nothing of his internal thoughts of her dumbass question. She nodded, glancing away from him for a moment. Without missing a beat, though, and with a straight face she replied to him. "Worse than having a snake living up your ass?" She fought to keep the smile from her face, but her eyes lit up. She was hoping to provide at least a small chuckle.

"I'll be honest, Charon." She said, more seriously this time. "I don't really know what all happened within the past few days. Everyone's been relatively tight lipped and uncomfortable...I just know that three wolves left us. Two, I imagine left together from the little bit I have heard. The third..." She looked to her alpha. "Well, from what I hear he'd probably want the snake up his ass instead of what he got." The other, Lazarus, had been hunted. Was still being hunted if she was right. "I understand he's not welcome back, I'd assume none of them are." She glanced towards the borders as if expecting to see them listening in. "Is there anything I should know, specifically, about what happened?" She didn't want to put her paw in her mouth, or be uninformed. He very well could say no and she should mind her business, but she wanted to ask him first.