Moonspear papercut

Janus wasn't too bothered that Charon didn't feel his jokes. Or, rather, wasn't awake enough for them. He couldn't really tell. A bit of column A and column B maybe? Either way, it was just his attempt at being friendly rather than straight-edge all the time. He was honestly sick of the prim and proper, and was secretly kind of glad Charon didn't demand the whole submissive rigamarole right off the bat.

He fell in line beside Charon, covering the ground with the same ease as the Alpha male. His paws found purchase on the icy ground as they descended to the lower reaches of the peak. The borders came within range of his senses, and he inhaled to memorize the markers that made up the banner of Moonspear. They were part of his life now and he owed it to them, Amekaze in particular, for the chance at survival. One day, he hoped to thrive. 

Janus shook his head at the question, "Nothing too out of the ordinary. I was a solider with my father's pack, but I disagreed with him and he took great offense to it. He stripped me of my rank, and I left to start a new life elsewhere. I hope that Moonspear ends up being my elsewhere." He explained, leaping over a small branch with ease. He nosed one of the markers, but kept his eyes and ears fixed on Charon.