Gyrfalcon's Keep This world falls on me

Charon blinked his eyes a few times and it became painfully clear that the other wolf was on his way over. How embarrassing! A moment of fear befell Charon after his experiences in the wild, but soon he flipped back to embarrassment as the other wolf asked if he was okay. Charon quickly scrambled to his feet and tried to ignore the pain in his side. "Uh, yeah, I was just... y'know... practising my rolling skills," Charon said as casually as he could manage. Hopefully the other wolf would believe his lie. It was possible that another might take his comment as a casual joke, even though Charon was seriously trying to save himself from heartburn.

Charon shook his sandy fur. His side still really hurt, but he kept ignoring the pain. "Anyway, I'm Charon, from Stavanger Bay. I haven't seen you around here before. Who are you?" Charon looked curiously at the other wolf, eager to talk less about him and his silly mistake and more about the other wolf. He realised too late he should've picked a faulty name and lied to avoid this wolf going home and laughing with all his friends about how Charon from Stavanger Bay can't even walk down a mountainside without falling flat on his face. Well, too late for that now.