Moonspear hello, 911, what's your emergency

Speedy said that she wouldn't mind talking to Ame, which was a load off Charon's mind already. He smiled appreciatively. Upon Speedy's question, he shrugged lightly. Sort of, he supposed, but not really. I'd been trying to prepare the birthing den, and she said it was early. She hasn't talked much about it. It's like she doesn't really see any rush herself. But then, he supposed that she didn't want to think of herself as old. And Charon knew better than to touch such subjects himself. That's why he put Speedy on the task.

It wouldn't hurt to do a check up, he decided. It was easier for a caretaker to do these things than a mate. Charon had never been good at being smooth about these sort of things. No doubt she would be on to him right away if he inquired about a fickle thing such as her age. As this was decided, Charon glanced up at Speedy and wondered out loud: How have you been holding up lately? He hadn't seen many of his pack's wolves of late. Some were out hunting for Revui, but some, like Satin or Llewellyn, he hadn't seen around much. Maybe it was just luck -- or lack thereof -- as their scents still lingered around the mountain. Even Speedy he had not seen that much, but it was good to know that she'd come when he called. Their last meeting had been pleasant, he remembered, and Charon really needed a friend. He could only hope she could be that, in time, rather than just 'the pack's medic'.