Silvertip Mountain For old time's sake

While he was out in the neighbourhood, Charon decided to stop by Silvertip Mountain. He hadn't seen FitzDutiful or Mason in a good time. The young Alpha kept his posture neutral as he trailed along the borders, his tail hanging low at his hocks. He instantly recognised that something was amiss; the scents at the borders were different, and the scents that used to linger had faded.

Yet still he raised his nose to the sky to call for FitzDutiful, hoping that it would be his old friend, one of few that remained from before he had claimed Moonspear, that would greet him here today. Despite the scents at the borders telling him otherwise he held some hope that his old friend remained as he stood waiting in the afternoon sun.