Redhawk Caldera on the bones of my enemies

He was surprised when he was greeted by name, not sure who he was facing still. He contemplated asking, but before it became too awkward to ask, Charon found himself somewhere stuck between not caring enough and feeling akward that he didn't know the name of the wolf who clearly remembered him well. Anyway, it didn't matter much. He would figure it out later, or not, if it ended up not mattering.

This wolf clearly knew of his pack, too. Charon said, It's well enough. He tried to figure out who he was facing still, though his face in combination with scents that reminded him oddly of Potema did not ring a bell. Maybe it was that asshole brother of hers..? Clearly not the one facing him, but perhaps something to do with her. Seemingly out of the blue he asked: Do you know where Potema is? There was a spark of hope in his voice, although it was clear he did not really expect this wolf to know it. But maybe...