Sequoia Coast Monsters can Remember

Charon was one to have little regard to personal space unless he was being told to mind his space by overpowering dominance, so he wasn't that far off, poking his nose into the black wolf's business, when she suddenly pounced. Charon let out a surprised yelp but wasn't able to avoid her pounce, since he had been close and busy coming up with more intrusive questions. While he had the size of an adult, his balance and strength was that of an adolescent (he'd also been set back a bit by his journey to Duskfire Glacier) and he wasn't very strong yet, so he could put up little resistance.

The female nuzzled her cheek against his fur, though Charon failed to understand why, until she said how adorable he was. "Gerrofme!" Charon squeaked, his pride hurt; he was pretty darn old and mature now, so he wouldn't have none of this 'adorable' stuff. "Geez, have you never heard of personal space?!" he said with irritation ringing through his voice, not realising at all just how hypocrit his words were.