Blackfeather Woods my love

It was very tempting to just grab this little bitch and shove her face against the ground for what she demanded, but Charon was no fool. The wolf beside her may still be wounded but there were more lurking in the darkness of the forests, and even when wounded two against one was a risk he was unwilling to take. There were a few seconds when it looked like he might either try something or turn and run, a frustrated grimace on his face, before Charon's tail dropped from neutral to a more submissive position and he took a step backwards as he lowered his head and body. He did not press his body all the way to the ground, but showed the clear dues.

"My apologies. I would simply like to know about Potema's whereabouts," he spoke after taking a few seconds to recollect himself. His voice was calm, though strained, because the thought they would not tell him about Potema occurred to and bothered him deeply.