Moonspear go out fighting

A gift. Charon thought all of it rather weird, but in the light of all that had happened surrounding the betrayal he hadn't given it much thought. Deciding to continue this trend, for it seemed not to bother Dune and, for now, neither was it doing anything to bother him, Charon focussed on the topic at hand: hunting. Hopefully there would be something weak among the herd so that they stood a chance to pick something off. They were with three strong adults, but Charon had his doubts they'd be able to go for a stronger one. Round the end of winter there were usually some weaker ones however, weakened by the grip of cold and the icy lands around them.

As Dune came into motion Charon followed by his side until they reached the herd. Charon glanced through the herd as they came to a halt, trying to pick off whether there were any weaker ones. He didn't see any limps, but as it were the herd was still standing still, digging through the snow to look for the grass underneath. They would better see if there were any good ones to hunt once they drew closer and got the herd on the move. Stragglers'd fall behind. Charon nodded at Dune and Dirge, ready to go whenever.