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There was something about Llewellyn's call that made Charon somehow know. Maybe it was the years long experience of being an alpha and seeing others come and go. Numbers always fluctuated, such was life. At times it angered him when others left, but if Llewellyn was truly leaving then he could only give his blessing. Charon knew only vaguely of his life before here, though, so he didn't know the reasons yet.

The King of the mountain made his way towards Llewellyn and greeted him with a friendly enough chuff, though his expression was serious. He would miss Llewellyn, for although the man had never been close to Charon, he had served them well in his time here. There was still the chance that this was about something else, of course, but Charon's mind had already taken this track and ran with it. He waited patiently, for his mate, for Llewellyn to say something.