Iktome Plains Weary Traveler

Something must've happened on his journeys considering the carefully picked words and sad expression to the dude's face. Anyway, Charon didn't ask and didn't think much more of it, having heard too many sad stories in his lifetime to care about those of others. His mind drifted off a bit and when it returned he found this Clock dude asking him if he could hunt on the plains.

Charon rolled his shoulders in a shrug and said, "Yeah, sure." He thought back to last year's famine, but so far this year had been much, much kinder to them and he was sure it'd be just another totally fine year where everything would end up good and they could stock up before winter after a flourishing summer. As it should be. "I'm Charon Ostrega, by the way. Alpha of Moonspear." He gestured over Clock's shoulder to the large mountain that rose to the south of them, piercing the sky. There was a proud smile on Charon's face as he spoke of his mountain.