Lake Rodney But the blood in your heart never dries

Charon followed in silence, not answering the question. He just wanted to see the body to make sure that Lazarus was really dead. He wasn't even sure what he'd do after; there were no plans just yet. For now he followed the woman in silence, occasionally sharing a glance with Flóki and Dash. Then they finally arrived to see that she wasn't lying. It was him.

He looked terrible, a leg taken and blood everywhere. Charon liked to think that he had suffered for how he looked, in his dying hours, perhaps even days. "Thank you," Charon said with a smile. "Can you thank your Alpha from me, too?" He glanced at the body for a moment in consideration before he impulsively decided, "Let's take the body home so that Ame can see it with her own eyes." He gestured at Dash and Flóki, hoping they'd be up to the task of dragging the corpse all the way home. But Ame deserved it, he felt.

Before he started to haul the corpse however, Charon glanced at the woman and he said: "I'd like to visit to extend a proper thank-you to your pack in the future, when my pups are a bit older. We'll be taking this home now. Thanks again for everything." Things had been tense and rocky at the start, but now that he knew Lazarus was dead it was like a weight was lifted from his shoulders, as though the world suddenly made sense again. Assuming that he wouldn't be stopped by the woman, Charon made to grab the corpse so that he could start taking it home.