Moonspear splitting bridges

Again, Charon used fewer words than Drogon, allowing Dune to follow at least half of the conversation easily. He followed behind, ears yearning forward as Charon spat out more questions to Drogon. Dune wondered how long the darker wolf had lived here. It could not have been that long if Charon was still asking him questions like these... but perhaps they were more relevant based on what Drogon had just said. Dune did not interject, of course, but his curiosity certainly wasn't going away anytime soon.

Drogon then went on to talk about Vela, a wolf Dune knew by name and sight, but not much more. She did seem to spend much of her time with Drogon, so perhaps this had something to do with that. There was tension in the air, although Dune could not quite make out why. Perhaps Charon did not approve of Drogon, and that was the cause for such an interrogation.

Dune let the two of them walk up ahead, and he stopped to rub himself against a tree. Sure, he was listening, trying to grasp the conversation and learn a bit more spoken word, but he wasn't going to neglect the other reason he was here: to strengthen their scent along the border. He went so far as to plant his front paws on the tree and scratch at it, shredding a bit of bark off and making sure others would know that this land belonged to no-one but them.