Moonspear Frosty the snowman

Charon didn't notice Ame until she was next to him, and he startled visibly though briefly. Quick to regain himself, he looked at his mate and smiled ever briefly. Her question was moot, of course, because of course he was not feeling much better, and at the same time, he felt a little better each day. Only a little bit, though. But he supposed her question was more of a conversation starter than anything else, or maybe just a way to find out if he wasn't going backwards in his healing, at least. Hell if he knew.

"Bits and pieces every day," he said to her and grimaced. "How's things on the mountain? How are the pups?" Winter was closing in way too rapidly for his liking. It was already here and he was so unprepared this year; they'd been relatively few in numbers and he had been wounded, so it really felt like it snuck up on him and had caught him unawares. Charon also noticed with each winter that he was getting older. Not old, perhaps, but certainly older. He wasn't sure how Ame did it, for while he didn't know her exact age he knew that she was older than he and yet she always seemed to stay fit.