Silverlight Terrace what do you want from me?

The situation had diffused easily and Charon looked between the pair of wolves as each shared their experiences. He could not hide a smirk at the embarrassment of the second wolf. The darker wolf seemed to relax, too, and he was somewhat glad for it, for despite his appearance suggesting otherwise Charon wasn't exactly much of a fighter and he didn't prefer the violent option; especially in a situation where he did not know either wolf.

Oh, we don't actually know each other. It was a coincidence that you... Charon trailed off, distracted as he looked to the constellation-like markings on the darker female's pelt. His knowledge of the stars reminded him of her name, and her name reminded him of who she was. They had never known each other very well, but he remembered her sudden disappearance from Moonspear. When he spoke her name, it was in a tone that suggested some sort of epiphany, as he realised that they did know each other. .. Cassiopeia.