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

Thank you, Charon said with a nod when Sanguinus shared Elysium's name. He then listened as he went on to explain that he was not looking for a mate, but for a master. Was he a thrall of sorts..? Charon had only heard of thralls being captured on raids or from trespassing -- as his two had been, even though both ad turned out to be cowardice runaways in the end -- but he had never heard of thralls actively looking for masters.

Perhaps it wasn't entirely like a thrall. They were often less useful members of the pack, while this wolf seemed to be, well, like he described it himself: A champion.

Charon's interest was clearly piqued by all of this as he wondered, How do you know if someone is a worthy master? Or rather, Charon wondered if he yet had anyone in mind. Being a vain king of the biggest mountain in the wilds, Charon rather fancied himself quite worthy, and quite fancied the idea of having a champion by his side. Especially one that stayed loyal, considering the amount of wolves that left his mountain sooner or later.