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Though he'd told herself he would return at some point to talk to Dhole, Charon never had. He found it rather odd that she had chosen a territory so close to his home to settle in. He also found it odd to picture Dhole as a leader. Beta, maybe, but top dog of her own pack? Charon just didn't think she had the authority to handle that, really. But oh well. Despite his resolutions he hadn't. Because he wasn't sure what he would even say and truthfully, he wasn't sure if he could say anything that wouldn't result in some shouting match or her pissing off into her stupid copse with her middle finger raised. So he didn't, and kept telling himself he would, and then just didn't.

What he did do though was keep a tighter look on the north west side of his borders, knowing he now had Tuktu neighbours. The western mountains were uninhabitable, but it still wasn't very far from the copse to the spear. If Dhole even cared at all, but whatever.

Another he had thought about recently -- since Vela mentioned having a scuffle with her and meeting with Maia -- was Wraen. He wondered how she was doing now. But honestly, he had no intentions of seeking her out himself. Charon felt that she had been petty when they last met and he still felt wronged bits and pieces. He wouldn't outright attack her if he saw her but he still felt like he somehow was owed an apology of some sort or... well, something to validate his feelings.

Anyway, when he was wandering along the mountain range that day a hare suddenly came running at him. Charon was so caught off guard that he didn't move to grab it right away, but instead stood still. Only after it had ran up to him and quickly took a sharp left did he intend to come into motion. But just as Charon's paws came into motion he was a familiar figure's approach and was caught frozen once more.