Moonspear I'm lightening on my feet

Charon had taken up patrolling the borders again since he was recovering from his injuries. Most of the scabs had come off, leaving the skin underneath sensitive and painful. Even the cold outside was painful to the cuts on his leg, shoulder and face. What was worse, he still couldn't see anything through his injured eye. Charon'd figured at first that it was just because of the scabs, but now that they had come off it was becoming painfully clear he may be handicapped forever.

As he walked slowly along the borderline while occasionally leaving his mark Charon saw another approach. He knew that she was part of the pack and Ame and Hydra had filled him in on some of the new faces but Charon honestly didn't remember her name. Maybe it was the fight, maybe he just found it difficult to give a damn after a life long history of seeing wolves come and go.

But he mustered a smile onto his face and chuffed to greet her as she approached. "Shall I join you?" he suggested then, for his side of this patrol could use a do-over, truthfully, as he hadn't marked all that much.