Moonspear Struggle to get your attention

The second the words had left Charon’s mouth, the Greek’s face had nearly split in two. An attempt was made at recollecting himself, but it’d only been partially successful; enough so that he’d been able to dip his head down in a bow-like gesture, but not enough that his smile had shrunk. He understood the need for Vixen to share her own interest in the pack, and so he’d glanced back towards her and offered a look of encouragement. Thereafter, it was back to Aesop that he’d looked, approaching the older male who seemed to be just as glad as the Greek. With an offer made, he’d said, “I’d enjoy a tour,” but remained still. Alastor awaited the dismissal of his new leader, feeling himself incapable of leaving without it.

As he’d waited, the voice of his female companion caught his attention. She’d apologized, which had confused him greatly. What had she done that warranted an apology be given? Just as he’d opened his mouth to ask, the answer was given to him via actions. Vixen had fled from them all, and the only thing that he’d been able to do was stare after her, completely and utterly dumbfounded. He knew that neither she nor Zoratto were fond of the mountains, but he had hoped that they would each remain with him anyways. Yet, the Moirai had obviously planned something else for his friend’s life, which he knew that he would need to respect. Still, he’d turned to Charon once more and lowered his head. “I’m sorry. I did not know that she’d do that,” he’d said, the shock of her sudden departure being something that he could not push aside so easily. It was the belief that what she’d done had long since been written in stone that kept him from chasing after her, as well the want to get settled in and spend more time with his favourite friend.