Horizon Ridge the top of the world

This adult was pretty weird. First of all, she was pretty much like a big kid, for all Charon could tell thus far, and secondly, how was it the first time anyone had ever even addressed him, ever? He had parents, so surely she would know they addressed him before she met him? Or maybe she believed in stories of storks bringing babies since she was a big kid herself. "How would it be the — gosh, never even mind. And you thought 'small pox' was a good name?" Charon defiantly rolled his eyes. The fact that she didn't respond to his dominance both fueled it and made him feel frustrated (because you weren't really the Alpha until someone else acknowledged it).

"What's your name, then? Barf-face?" Charon said as he stared at her with his youthful blue eyes.

As he mentioned bears, something changed in the other wolf's mannerisms. Her tail wagged and her eyes seemed ablaze with enthusiasm. Charon hadn't actually ever seen any bears, so he was a little taken aback that another wolf would be eager to meet them. Maybe she met the magic crafting bears, like the one that put Drake back together; nice bears. "I, uuuuh," he said, blinking stupidly. "Well, no. I guess they all heard 'bout my reputation as bear-biter first class." After his inital setback, Charon picked himself up and continued the game of boasting. In truth, he knew nothing about bears — good or bad — except that one had killed his mother.

Feeling kind of caught out even though he had fixed his mistake, Charon looked over his shoulder. He shouted, "Draaaake, come on! I'm not going to wait here all day before we continue the bear search!" He was looking for a divertion, and being faux-irritated at his imaginary friend seemed like a good idea, for some reason.