Blackfeather Woods my love

Charon was a foolish man, perhaps, for thinking he was safe here. He'd faced threats here before but it had never turned into anything life-threatening. It was a certain love that drove him there, a feeling that was far bigger and stronger than any form of logic ever would be. Had he known she weren't here he wouldn't have come, of course, but there was a naive hope within him that just because he had not seen her for many months, had not seen her since the war started, that she may still be here.

It was not Potema that greeted him. His heart pounded in his chest as he stared at the Blackfeather wolf that he had his pack attack, the wolf that had attacked Revui. Foolishly, Charon did not submit before her, nor the other wolf when she came forth. His body remained neutral, and he resisted the urge to appear dominant in front of these wolves. He waited by their borders, making sure not to cross them, but it became clear to him soon that the wolf he was looking for would not be headed his way. His nose had already told him as much. He watched the wolf's mouth, which moved, but didn't seem to make any sound. It was slow, but Charon hadn't ever tried to read anyone's lips, so he just stood and blinked at the woman.

"I can't hear you," he said bluntly, a little confused, though not unkind. "You have to speak up." He thought maybe she was just speaking quietly, or something. She beckoned the other Blackfeather wolf over, which Charon mostly ignored for now because it would not be smart if he would upset them here, by their own terrain.