Lake Rodney But the blood in your heart never dries

skipping flóki with permish :)

Only more rubbish seemed to spill from her mouth. It seemed all three of them were growing more and more agitated now, and Charon found his patience growing thinner and thinner. He wanted nothing more, at this point, than to grab her and make her give them the answers. Yet more sharp words poured from her mouth. He didn't get what kind of 'details' she wanted; teeth to skin, what more was there? Did she want precise locations, or what?

She ended up giving her questions a bit more direction; why. Why — did anyone even know why? Did he even know why? Charon rolled his eyes in a derisive gesture as he said, "I don't know why, because he was a delusional idiot who thought he should be Alpha, or whatever." That was the only thing he could guess at, anyway.

Luckily, soon answers came pouring forth and he wasn't sure whether to be relieved or agitated to find out that he was dead. He relaxed visibly, his eyebrows knitting together with a thoughtful expression to replace his earlier frustration now. Dead. He had wished to drag him back to Moonspear, to toss him around a bit, and to give Amekaze the pleasure of eventually killing him slowly. Opportunity was taken from him, but at the same time, they'd found him. They'd found Lazarus; their journey was over.

Charon swallowed dryly and glanced at Dash and Flóki briefly before looking back to the stranger. His tone a little more friendly this time, he asked, "Can we see the body?" He needed closure; he needed to be for sure. He needed to either see the body or hear it from someone's mouth that he knew and trusted — which wasn't likely, as most of those wolves were with him right now.