Moonspear Kindred spirit, restless feet

The lands grew cold fast, and Charon was grateful for the latest additions to the pack that they had had; they could use the extra wolves, especially now that this winter, they had little girls to take care of. Charon didn't think they would hunt their first things before early spring, because it was a lot harder in winter. Perhaps if they were lucky they would find something wounded, but they wouldn't likely be substantially able to contribute throughout this winter, taking more than they gave. They'd need all the capable pack members they could get to bring the girls up into healthy, strong individuals together.

So when he was patrolling the borders that day, the call was not unwelcome. It seemed this was someone that knew of his brother too, considering the call's direction, and Charon was curious to see of this person. He carried his body proudly, head strong atop his shoulders and tail curled over his back to display his status, as he approached. It seemed his brother had already arrived and Charon glanced between the newcomer and Flóki curiously to see which one of them would fill him in first.