Moonspear good intentions

After inspecting the stream, Charon lifted his head to look further ahead. When he saw Julia there he stopped in his tracks, staring at her for a while, waiting to see if she would get closer. She didn't, seemed as hesitant as he. He wondered how long she'd been watching him before he noticed. Charon's tail twitched and after a few minutes that felt like hours of staring he came into motion, making his way over.

"Julia," he said, as always the only one to use that name. His voice was neutral, though there was the uncomfortable undertone of something, and they both knew what it was. He still felt she had handled the critique immaturely; she could've just recollected herself and made herself useful for the pack but instead she had allowed herself to drift away from her family and the siblings that were still alive and needed her, swallowed by grief, keeping away from her family on purpose.