Moonspear papercut

When Charon opened his eyes to the respectful look of what he could only presume to be one of his new packmates, a realisation came to him. How others looked at him had changed. He'd had to try hard to garner respect the first year of his leadership, when he was viewed as a weak yearling by some of the pack. He'd proved them wrong — killed one — but it was strange to wake up and see himself viewed as the thing he craved to be viewed as all these years. None of his actions had been able to sway the minds of new wolves in the pack — only age had.

A grumpy sleepy frown fell from his face, replaced by a tired smile, as he saw the food. "Thank you," he said, grateful, not only for himself but for his daughters. "I assume Ame took you in in my absence?" he then asked; he and Aria had only just returned to Moonspear, but he guessed the newcomer hadn't realised and had heard of Charon only briefly with a description. Though he thought the other already knew, he introduced, "I'm Charon," assuming that Ame had yet told of his name.