Moonspear her vestal livery is but sick and green

The response was quick. Aesop appreciated that in a pack; it was a sign of a tight ship. Before he saw the Moonspear wolf but after he heard the crack of underbrush that signaled an approach, Aesop dipped into respectful submission. 

The wolf that appeared was not Charon, nor Atreyu (for whom he was very worried), but a shadow of a wolf with golden eyes. He came without aggression, merely diplomacy, which Aesop also appreciated. If he was going to get chased off, at least let it be for a good reason. "Maybe you can," Aesop rumbled, an amiable smile gracing his lips. "I'm lookin' for a kid- well, not a kid anymore- named Charon. Last time I saw him he was livin' here. Thought that, since I'm in these parts, might as well check up on old friends. So, can you help me?" He wasn't about to go gallavanting around the Wilds in search of Charon, but it would be nice to settle down somewhere he already had an acquaintance (he wasn't so bold as to call them friends, not anymore.)