Horizon Ridge the top of the world

Me tooooooooooo! <3<3<3

Just as Charon was nearly at the top of the ridge, walking towards the light, he heard a voice. He tilted his head sharply towards the source of the voice, finding a greytone wolf that reminded him a little of Levi; well, colouration-wise, anyway. He wondered what she was doing here, but moreover, what business she had calling him names. Charon proudly lifted his head and tail, although his gangly 4-months-old body made him look a very awkward sort of dominant, as he looked at her defiantly.

"Don't call me that!" Whatever the hell it means... "I got a name, y'know!" He lifted his snout into the air indignantly and, because it was obvious that she thought he was some tiny wolf who shouldn't be out on his own (he got that all by himself from the 'small' part of the insult), decided that it was time for a boastful story. "Don't get in my way too much, I was just out here lookin' for bears to fight." Maybe if Charon were to meet an actual real life bear some day he would get back on his boastful stories but for now, he kept them close to his heart and his mouth. A bear had killed his mother, and so bears were like the imaginary monsters Charon beat in his head — and in the stories he told other wolves.

Charon had forgotten all about Drake for a moment, but that slowpoke was always lagging behind anyway. Now who was the fat slowpoke, ha! Charon kept these thoughts to himself, of course, his attention fully divided into impressing the greytoned female.