Cedar Sweep take my advice - i'm not using it

There was mention of a festival of sorts. Charon looked rather surprised that there was some sort of festival for apparently all to visit. A festival? he said, surprised. What's it about? Maybe the coming of spring, of some sort. It was almost that time, after all, although looking at the snow outside it didn't look much like spring just yet. Charon hoped the worst of it was over now. He could not wait for spring, and hoped that Speedy'd soon talk to Amekaze about her duty to reproduce again this spring. She wasn't exactly getting any younger.

The man trailed off, and Charon could not help but wonder: You're a wanderer, then? After a moment he added: Or just haven't found the right pack yet? Maybe he could give some recommendations, although Charon had to admit he was a little rusty on the going-ons in all the packs in the valley -- many of his allies had left or died or moved, and all he had left were a handful of acquaintances. The only pack he knew a lot about these days was his own, really.

That made Charon realise he had not introduced himself yet so with a small smile he said: I'm Charon Ostrega of Moonspear. When younger he'd always introduce himself with his station mentioned, but as he grew older Charon noticed he did not care as much for that anymore. Most wolves saw it in the way he was, anyway, and if not then they'd know when they first set foot upon Moonspear, so it was not as necessary to inform them of his leadership.