Moonspear Fling into battle, spring to your feet boys

For the first days Charon had let his daughters take care of the Redhawk wolf. He knew that if he would be left alone with him he would only tear him apart piece by piece and he didn't want that weight upon his conscience. Besides, he was also left with the grief of his daughter's death, one that manifested itself largely in anger. Days later Charon finally felt ready to face one of the Redhawks that was responsible in some way for his daughter's death. He was pretty sure it was wolf number one that had killed Galaxy, but this one had defended him and helped him get away for it; an equally unforgivable act.

The wolf remained crouched as he approached -- a smart thing to do -- and Charon's own body language mirrored it in dominance, tail curled over his back, hackles raised and an angry expression on his face. "Did you know of the plot to kill Galaxy?" he started to ask. Hydra had told him the wolf's name, he was pretty sure, but Charon had already forgotten. "And who are you? What is your relation to Redhawk Caldera?"