Moonspear papercut

Charon was always curious about the stories of wolves, mostly because it meant he could gauge their patterns. The fact that Janus had stopped his father's doings said that his own morals were more important than food, shelter and therefore survival. A dangerous trait to own, in Charon's mind. Nishu had been like that, and he had died for it. Yet the world luckily had more shades than just black or white, and Charon did realise that the situation Janus described was different than that of Nishu. It wasn't that he had disrespected leadership because he didn't think them capable; it was because his own morals had been trespassed on. Charon didn't intend to murder innocents anytime soon, so he figured they were cool.

"Your dad sounds like a prick," Charon said, crude as always, as he continued to make his way through the path. Finally they reached the end of it and as they came out of the narrow path and were looking out over the altar of twilight Charon turned to rub his shoulder against some of the trees that lined the borders, leaving a few stray white hairs across them.