Cedar Sweep so close, but so far away

Charon laughed as he surprised Clover with the stories about her mother. His memory was rather fuzzy, but he remembered vividly that they definitely didn't slay any bears. The description seemed to match, though Charon wasn't entirely sure. Really, after all these years he mostly just remembered 'grey'. He nodded through it though, trying to piece the puzzle pieces together.

At Clover's question, Charon smirked and answered: Nah, she chickened out. He tried to remember that nick name she had given him. He remembered hers being Barf face, but, hm... Wasn't it Small pox? God, he'd been so insulted, that was all he really remembered. Ask her if she remembers Smallpox. Invite her to come say hi at Moonspear sometime. Charon smirked, wondering if she'd take him up on that offer. They didn't really know each other, he felt. They'd met some other time, he vaguely remembered, but it had been wildly different than when they'd met when he was still little. Wolves changed, he supposed.