Moonspear and all the people in a dream wait for the machine

Vela's words fell to deaf ears for even if he had known this beforehand, he would have done as he had. Charon was glad that Drogon caught his hints for he did not want to have to use violence to get his way. He just wanted to be close to his little girl. As Drogon moved out the way Charon slid into place beside his daughter and nosed her over. He could see there were a few wounds, but not overly many. Judging by the dirt on her fur he guessed she might have some sore muscles in the morning as it looked as if something had taken her and dragged her around.

A Blackfeather wolf, she said, a thing that surprised him. He didn't think any of them were that dangerous anymore. After all, Vaati had been befriended by his trio and Potema was still his dear friend. What other threats could lurk there? They had always been chaotic, and that was a threat in its own, but... Well, no matter, he thought, for soon it would be taken care of by their own enemies.

Charon took over the task of cleaning Vela's wounds while she told him the brief summary of the story. "Thank you," he said to Drogon, though words were gruff and didn't sound well-meant. It wasn't that he was not thankful, but presently his body was still rife with adrenaline and Charon was getting tired of always being one step behind his enemies as they plucked his daughters one by one — he was feeling bloodthirsty and angry over the loss of Galaxy and now this with Vela... When would he be the one to save his loved ones or at least take his revenge upon their assailants? How he longed to feel flesh rip between his teeth so that he could feel like a competent leader and father once more.

"I'm glad you're okay, sweetie," Charon murmured with a sigh of relief, though it did not quench the frustration that he felt and the screaming in his head. It was easy enough to form the words of you're not good enough to everyone who wants to hurt you or your pack and family must pay but it didn't stop the loudness of the feelings that were there. "What wolf was it?" he asked in general, to both of them or either of them. So that he knew who to kill on sight if they were ever to show up here again (and how he hoped they would).