Moonspear fear is the hand that pulls your strings

Dirge seemed to understand, at least to some degree. Charon did not really want to talk about it at length. He might've called a witch hunt and combed out the tuktu lands had he been Charon of a few years ago but now he knew there were more important matters to tend to. In the grand scheme of things it did not matter as much.

Charon listened and nodded along as Dirge spoke of his travels. Longer winters in the north, packs to the east.. All things that were a bit too far away to truly be interesting to Charon. He'd once had allies and friends in these lands, but things were different now. Eshe and her children were gone and so was Fitz. There weren't any wolves left right now that he had good bonds with, no pack he could call ally. Just as well that it was that way, too. Was easier. Less complicated.

It did seem the coast had numbers that switched up all the time. I grew up on the coast. Stavanger Bay. It's also one of those territories that's been claimed and gone again in the years that I've lived here. It was strange to him that packs would stay around for so shortly. The only reason his time in the Bay had ended was to create this pack with Amekaze. Strange. I never understand why some wolves and packs stay around for so shortly. He was here to create a legacy, and he had; the mountain flourished with many children and the pack stood strong for over three years, even if their numbers had dwindled and gone up.