Moonspear Drama Bomb

The escapade with Potema had been all but forgotten, but he had pressed himself to focus on his daughters and pack and so over the past months he had easily pushed his friend from his mind. He wasn't sure things could ever be the same, anyway; not unless they'd pretend it had never happened, not unless they could somehow forget it. It was just dumb, foolish, but Charon entirely blamed Potema for what had happened. She'd come to him in heat, wanting it, and the only thing he could do was protect her from the rest of the world.

Her howl caught him off-guard. He'd been caching a rabbit he'd found, glad that now that winter was on its decline, he could finally start saving some food again after mostly taking through winter. Especially with how scarce their numbers were. It'd been a tough winter, much different from last year's.

Charon made his way to the borders, unaware of what was awaiting him there. To be honest, he was kind of happy to see Potema again at first. It'd been so long since they'd seen each other and she had been an imperial part of his childhood, a reappearing figure with whom he'd shared a lot of the hardships and great things that had happened to him.

But the closer he got, the more evident it became that she was not alone. He felt a lump in his throat at the sight of the children as he neared, his heart thumping in his throat. It was weird; he'd only ever seen his own daughters. He didn't know if Althaia's brood was even still alive, or where they were... And here she stood with her children, his children (or so he presumed), but he could hardly be happy about this, about them, now. It'd be like admitting guilt.

He chuffed as he neared, tail waving in somewhat friendly gesture. "You had pups," he said, his tone half-enthused, half-neutral, as he tried to keep his cool. He looked around in a silent admission of guilt to see if anyone else was here. He opened his mouth to say something, her name, anything, but nothing came out.