Moonspear the palace with the malice

"That way," he responded (oh so helpfully, though he indicated with a nod the direction he had come from. Eastward. There hadn't been anything there, and if she tried the hills, this seemed as good a direction as any. "Didn't see anything," he added, perking up a bit. He had a job and someone to do it with, and in Gannet's mind, this turned things to a bit brighter outlook.

They couldn't talk much for fear of scaring prey away, but that was fine with him. He definitely preferred Amekaze's company to her mate, not that he would ever voice this. Her judgement, while there sometimes, seemed more reasonable, and he could generally tell more easily what her responses would be. Charon mystified him more than wolves normally did, and he had a hard time communicating as a result.

"Are things good?" He asked softly after a bit of silence, not wanting to interrupt but curious as to what she thought of - everything? He didn't even quite know what he meant specifically.