Moonspear papercut

Janus was unaware of the revelation occuring within the confindes of Charon's mind. He'd never known the young leader before his rise to power, nor was he privy to the rough start he endured within the first year. Who he saw lying in the snow was a young male who'd taken his licks, and still lived to tell about it. A young man who commanded a pack, and ruled a mountain alongside his inexplicably savage mate. They were both bastions—formidable, powerful, and unusually interesting to Janus. It was why he stayed, even now that the worst of the snows were over.

He returned the smile and relaxed. Charon did not seem keen on enforcing his rank, or running him out of the clearing. Janus waved his tail in an amiable gesture, "Correct." he replied only to offer the male a nod of respect, "Pleasure is mine, Charon. I'm Janus." And, because he was curious, he couldn't help but comment on the oddity of Charon allowing him so close to the rendezvous site on his word alone. For all he knew, Janus could be lying through his teeth. "I hope I wasn't too bold to walk up here uninvited..."