Moonspear and time is frozen

It was perhaps not the best moment to meet the new wolves, since a bunch of them had just left; Charon was pissed off that they had left in the middle of winter, just like that, and it didn't even occur to him at the time that Aria, the one left behind, might feel crap about that or that she might still like them. He sure didn't, not if they didn't return within a short period of time. Besides them and their disappearances to worry about — Aesop, of all wolves, Aurelius, and those two new wolves that'd come with Flóki's friend whose names he'd already forgotten but Alya had loved them so they were assholes all the same — he was worried sick about Flóki. He hadn't been apart with his brother since his birth — well, not for very long, at least — and that meant that something must've happened for him to be suddenly gone after one and half a year.

When one of the new chicks came into view — the one that'd stayed, Aria — she looked about as pissed and lost as he did. He wondered if she was pissed off too, or if she was just feeling sad. He sort of hoped the former, so that they could rip on her former friends together and be angry together. Sad wolves were always so depressing.

As he approached, Charon chuffed to announce his presence and hoped to catch a glimpse of what direction her mood was swinging in her response.