Moonspear the future is freaky ladies and gents

Unfortunately for Slavik, Charon had totally missed his performance. When the Alpha came into view because he'd heard something and decided to check it out, the squirrel already hung limp in his pack mate's mouth. It was good to see some food hunted this winter, though; they had worked on their caches, but they were not as impressive as last year because their numbers were fewer too. Charon vaguely recognised this guy -- what was his name again? Satin? Charon found it difficult to remember everyone's names, especially because many didn't stay long. If he was a stayer, then probably he'd remember whether or not this guy's name was actually Satin or Slayin or whatever. It didn't matter much for now.

What did matter was that the guy had been hunting. "Good job," said Charon, even though he didn't have any proof whether this guy hadn't just found a half-dead squirrel that he only had to off. But he'd learned through time that positive reinforcement worked, and it didn't hurt to make someone feel a bit better about themselves than they deserved every now and then. "Share a bite?" This was the pinnacle of positive reinforcement, really -- give them the idea they've got a choice -- because Charon had every right to just demand the kill altogether, but he was in a decent enough mood that day that he asked instead. He hadn't yet realised Revui was gone from the mountain, blissfully unaware and figuring that Lyra, Speedy and Ame were just taking care of him or whatever.