swallow my heart whole and leave me to the wolves

The life of a father was pretty tough; Charon was exhausted from the triplets' (or one of them, at least) seemingly incessant yowling. As Charon took a patrol along the borders and diverged into the Altar of Twilight from the patrol, the scent of Redhawk Caldera sent a ripple through the bridge of his nose. He quickened his pace and followed the trail, tail flagged high and ears pinned against his skull as his head was held high in a display of dominance.

Yet when he got on location, he found nothing but a pup. It was an older pup, and Charon instantly wondered if it was one of Dhole's siblings, then. His tail fell, hackles smoothing over, as he did not think that the pup would be much of a threat to him. "What're you doing here all alone?" Charon asked the pup, struggling between his hatred for Redhawk Caldera and the tugs at his heartstrings the lonely pup gave him as a fresh father.