Moonspear He's never going home

Eyes squinted a little at Wraen's sudden uncomfortableness as he approached. He didn't really understand why she would feel this way, though maybe it had something to do with the stranger at their borders. He looked at the other wolves there — Bernard, who showed so little emotion that it seemed almost suspicious, and then the other guy, 'Tam', who actually seemed the least suspicious in this whole situation. At least he was just looking dumb, but, y'know, naturally so.

Shaking off the thought that something weird was going on here that he was being excluded from Charon looked back to Wraen as she greeted him. It was like things fell back into a normal pace, at least for a little while. He didn't think much of the hunting thing, but no other trouble, right? seemed kind of fishy to him. He wondered if he was just growing paranoid from the impending betrayal of Rannoch and Liffey, or if there was really something going on. But this was Wraen, who was basically almost like Osprey in most ways — he adored her, and he didn't want to believe that something was wrong or that she would pull his leg on any front. No, everything was fine. Wraen was fine. Wraen would never do something like that to him.

The thoughtful frown at all of this was washed off his face quickly by one word. Floki. "What?" he asked, the word coming out much more impatient than he intended. He'd forgotten all about ever meeting the boy. "What do you know about Floki? Where is he?" It seemed stupid to him that he would still care so much about his brother's whereabouts even now, half a lifetime later. Realising this, Charon looked away, a look of pain to his face. "Never mind, I — No. No, he's gone. We never found him." And it was unlikely that he would ever return. Floki was likely dead in a ditch somewhere, since he had disappeared in the dead of winter. Where else would he be now? He didn't have any reason to leave at the time. Maybe if he hadn't been reminded of this painful memory and the lack of his brother in his ranks at present time Charon would've joked that he could've imagined Tam thinking Bernard to be a bear, but right now he was at a loss for words.