Moonspear Struggle to get your attention

It was taking almost as much willpower as Aesop had to keep from running to Alastor like a lovesick puppy. He remembered the feeling that came with touching Alastor, like the world was devoid of color except for where their bodies met. Oh, he had it bad, and if Aesop weren't so happy, he might have thought to be afraid.

The arrival of another, a slim she-wolf with a coat of fire. She was nothing if not pretty, and for a moment Aesop grew fiercly jealous. But Alastor's words were a balm that quelled Aesop's ugly jealousy, and with a minor adjustment of his shoulders, he found himself back to pure joy. The world had narrowed to just Aesop, Alastor, and the space between them, so much so that Aesop blinked in well-masked surprise when Charon directed a question at him. He's a good wolf. We'd be lucky to have him, Aesop said tenderly. Charon would probably want more to go on than just that, but Aesop found himself tongue tied in the face of the question. He's honorable, that's for sure. His word is as good as gold.