Sequoia Coast Monsters can Remember

this looked lonely!

After his return home, Charon had rested up and allowed the wounds in his neck to heal. Now he was doing a bit better, and this was one of the first times since his return to Stavanger Bay that Charon wandered off outside of pack territories again, his old wanderlust returning. He scoured the edges of Sequoia Coast, walking along the beach until he happened upon another wolf.

Unaware of the dark history that clung to the pensive female on the beach, Charon approached her light-heartedly; he'd only ever met one wolf, bar the Duskfire one, that had been agressive. Despite his negative experiences with the monstrous dogs, he had no qualms when it came to wolves. While his innocence had been scarred, Charon greeted the black female wolf with a friendly smile, carrying himself proudly. "Hi! Who are you? Are you new here? What're you doing here? Are you looking for a pack?" Charon's infamous barrage of questions was fired her way while the adolescent eyed her curiously. At nearly six months of age, Charon's body looked almost adult, but it was evident from his mannerisms that he was still very much a child.