Bramblepoint The hunter becomes the hunted.

It seemed both wolves in his company were eager to continue the search for Lazarus rather than get stuck on pleasantries; a thing that Charon could appreciate. To see Potema so focused on catching Lazarus without even knowing what he had done warmed Charon’s heart; she was a good friend, as it had been proven in that instance.

”No, it’s just us and my brother Flóki,” said Charon. ”He can’t have gotten far…” Charon glanced around, sniffing the air, hoping to catch wind of the direction of the trail. He glanced in lake rodney’s direction when he picked it up and glanced at the others, figuring they would follow the trail. They could talk details as they tracked, he figured, and so he started along a path winding through the bramblepoint, brambles at either side, following his nose.