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There seemed to be some processing in his mind before the surprising and strange answer came out. 'I don't know'. Charon looked at the youth with the look of someone who thought they might be getting pranked by a hidden camera show. "What do you mean, you don't know?" he asked back, his tone changing from neutral to guarded and snippy. It didn't help that he was tired and worn from tending to the pups and he didn't feel he had time for any of this bullshit. "You know if you're going to be teaching them good shit and making sure they grow up healthy like pack should, or if you're going to sit on them and break their fucking bones or let them fall off the mountainside, right — how can you not know?" There was a venom in his voice as he looked at the boy, having little faith that he'd do well because at present time Charon was completely dazed by puppy-madness and so having this question unanswered in such a dopey way gave him little faith that he didn't have another Lazarus or Nishu idiot on his hands, but then he looked to his daughter.

His tone softened as he spoke to her. "I'm going to leave the decision to you, Hydra. But that also means you'd have to teach him about the pups, watch over when they are old enough to interact with pack, and make sure he doesn't harm them in any way, if you make this decision that he is accepted into our pack." Charon glanced between the two, leaving the ultimate decision up to Hydra — he was sure that she'd make the right one, and if she chose to accept him into the pack then at least there was someone making sure he wouldn't do anything dumb around the fragile pups.