Moonspear making the rounds

The past year his life had been pretty good, but as a child it was not always so. He'd lost his parents at an early age and Charon wasn't the type to sit and cry about it; he was the type to take advantage of it. And so he had; perhaps that was the reason that he always needed more attention from those around him. That had lead to other occurences, but recently — for the past year — things'd actually been pretty calm and, well, good. Some things had happened — he had needed to kill Nishu Inte, he had mated with Althaia, but nobody would ever know of either of those things and luckily his childhood of attention deficit had created an excellent liar in Charon — but all in all even those things had been good, in the end, for they'd weeded out traitors and unworthy wolves from Moonspear.

It wasn't hard to come up with examples. He grimaced as he said: "My parents died young, and my brother got taken when I was little. My sister vanished, and so it was just me and my brother Levi, and our adoptive parents. But Levi vanished one day too. When Ragnar died Thistle got really depressed so I pretty much raised Flóki and our siblings. And one day I was attacked and hurt really badly by some asshat that'd made a friend of mine disappear. I thought I'd die, but that lead me to Amekaze, who gave me shelter while I recovered, and we then decided to form Moonspear, so... I guess it wasn't all for nothing." He liked to believe that his hardships had lead him here, and that was also why he was allowed — and maybe even deserved; life owed him quite some favours yet — to do things like playing judge and killing the sick Nishu, who'd already been a nuisance to his pack. Reciting it, Charon realised again how tough his life had been from young age, and he suddenly felt proud for how he'd gotten out of it all.