Moonspear hard knock life

"Hmm-mm," murmured Charon, and he stifled another yawn as he gently leaned into Ame. He knew all too well the silence never lasted that long; just when you thought you could sleep, they'd start yowling again. Still, they seemed to be growing so rapidly. Already they were beginning to look less like loafs of bread and more like actual wolves in progress. He knew the progress all too well from when Flóki'd been little.

Charon didn't remember if he had been loud as a pup, obviously, and there was no one left to ask about that. Who knew, maybe one of them had been a loud child, too, and they were getting a hot shot of karma right now. "I don't exactly remember if any of my siblings were like that too," he said, referring to potential inheritance. "But I hope she realises that yes, she's got a fucking voice, it's not that special a thing to have." There was a grump to his voice as he glanced back at the den, hoping that they would be able to enjoy their solitude for a bit longer. And at the same time, he sort of missed the clambering of pups all over him — it was funny how things like that worked.