Moonspear bro's 4 lyf

Charon was pleased to find Flóki just as he seemed to be on his way out. He didn't even need to chuff to grab his brother's attention, who seemed to feel the same. The bump to the shoulder was returned with an affectionate nip to Flóki's cheek and a wag of his tail. "Good to see you, Flóks," he said with a broad smile that displayed his adoration for his younger brother. Flóki was the one wolf that Charon'd known the longest in his life so far; the one that had stayed, and that loyalty was priceless.

"The girls are growing well and we haven't lost any, so I'm good," Charon said with a smirk. He was proud of his girls and the confidence they displayed so far. They could be a bit of a nuisance, but such was expected with little kids. "How've you been?" he asked in return, though was quick to follow up with: "Met any ladies lately?" It seemed forever since Dhole'd gone and Charon's opinion was that it was time for Flóki to move on.