Moonspear papercut

Janus laughs, "Shit, pretty much." There was no other way to describe him. Sure, events didn't go down exactly as Janus explained to Charon, but it was close enough. He wasn't damaged by it, or some sort of intensely moral knight in shining armor, but the simple fact was that it happened and here he was. 

The pale brute squatted over a fern and urinated to leave his scent and relieve himself after slaking his thirst on snowmelt earlier that morning, not willing to risk lifting his leg in the presence of the Alpha male. When he finished he braced all four legs and shook his pelt to settle the fur correctly. He flicked an ear and away and out past the borders as Charon rubbed against a trunk to dislodge a bit of fur. 

"How long have you two been leaders here?" He asked as he stepped along after Charon, following obediantly in the leader's footsteps.