Moonspear Trying to hold on

terance always preferred to help hydra out at the borders. she was small and feminine and whatever assumed gender roles terance had grown up learning still lingered in the back of his head-- though more times than not hydra could handle herself, and kick some major ass in the process. charon, on the other hand, didn't need any help. he was big and burly and pretty damn scary, if you asked terance. 

but this guy caught his attention.

the dog he'd met the other day lingered in the back of his mind as he saw this wolf. maybe he was half dog-- that was trance's assumption, anyway. he came across the brute while on patrol, and paused a few steps behind charon, ears pricked as he tuned into the conversation. he'd only just caught the end of charon's statement, but his alpha did not sound very warm.