Moonspear Trying to hold on

The thing introduced himself as though he were a wolf, and Charon gave him a distrusting look. He turned his head as another approached but the scent told him it was only Terance so he focussed back to the stranger. He called himself a canine, though he looked more like the monsters he’d seen in his youth to Charon.

”You don’t look like a wolf to me,” he said coolly, though relaxed somewhat since this thing didn’t seem to mean harm. ”You been part of a pack before. i’m Charon, the wolf that leads this pack.”