Altar of Twilight Without a Trace

It was a little disappointing the stranger wasn't out stargazing, but Charon didn't verbalise that. He listened as the guy mentioned that he was out analysing the terrain, and nodded. Where do you live? he asked, curious if he was from a nearby pack or if perhaps he was new to the area, that he was eager to analyse the terrain. The Terrace was a place that Charon held dear to his heart, just like the Firefly Glen, because it was so near to Moonspear, so he wanted to know who was so interested in it.

At the mention of his scars, Charon looked surprised for a split second before turning his face back to a neutral disposition. He'd never considered his scars to be impressive or anything besides reminders of moments he had been thwarted by others, win or lose. Yet when he was a child, he also thought scars were 'cool'. He supposed that scars were mostly cool until you had enough to wear you down yourself. His lacking eye got in the way more than he cared to admit.

In response he simply smiled lightly and said: Thank you. I am a warrior at heart. I'm Charon Ostrega, Alpha of Moonspear. He gestured towards Moonspear over his shoulder, a proud smile on his face.