Moonspear tremble

The moment that the objections came from the boy's throat, a growl rumbled in Charon's throat to warn the boy. He was about to tell Arcturus that of course you don't just give up, but do what is in your power and then return home to what you do have left. If the words about giving up had been unacceptable the next words stung more than Charon dared admit. Why could his son not see how hard he was trying? How hard he had searched? But eventually all scent leads had gone to a dead end and he rather focus on what he had left here, because he knew that it likely meant the death of his child.

"Don't ever speak to me that way again," he warned coldly. "If you think that we gave up and didn't try, then you are both blind and ungrateful. We have all chipped in to search, but we all came up empty-handed at the end of the day." Charon's eyes narrowed coldly, causing the scabs around his wounded eye to tear a little as he stared at Arcturus. "Some moreso than others." There was something cold and distant to his voice and his demeanour, to the look in his eye. Charon would never admit how much it hurt him that his own son would think so lowly of him, but he responded in the only way he knew how to. "At some point, you have to give up and prepare for winter so that the rest of the family doesn't die." He glanced pointedly at Arcturus at this — it was as much his fault as anyone's that Yami hadn't been found. If they didn't have other pups to keep alive throughout winter it would've been easier. But they were a pack, and so they would share their burdens as one.