Moonspear until we figure it out

just like he'd been taught, terance gave a respectful dip of his head when charon arrived-- but relaxed as soon as his alpha did. he looked a bit on edge, and the young redleaf-disarrino boy was ready to flee if he was not wanted here, but so far so good.

"hey-- charon," terance greeted with a gentle wag of his tail, lowering his head to nose at the gifts, "osprey taught me this. she's better at it, but it's soft for the puppies to lay on." the other part was food, surely that was distinguishable. if he had to explain he would, but for now he only felt that the furry pelt was lacking in-- well, pretty much everything. he had nothing else to say on the matter-- he just sort of assumed that charon would respond.