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It wasn't all that mattered to Charon. He wanted to be liked by others, yet they all seemed to crawl away from him like the cowards they were. He wanted loyal wolves to lead, yet they were hard to come by. Then again, others faced the same problems: Even Rannoch had lost some of his wolves already, and when he'd initially come to Moonspear, he had also just lost his pack. It wasn't like Rannoch was inherently more likeable than Charon. And surely he, too, had many wolves that'd left him that he never saw again. Whatever.

Charon regretted telling Wraen all that as she explained that the two of them were just different wolves with little in common. It hurt him to think so. Did that mean he and Osprey had had little in common? And why did having things in common have to be a prerequisite for friendship? Fuck that.

Anyway, he decided not to say that because he had grown somewhat through all of his years, after all, and instead offered: Thank you. It wasn't the easiest thing to say, either, but he was grateful that even though he felt a lot of what she said wasn't true, at least she had reached out like he himself had reached out. I guess we'll just never agree on a lot of shit, huh. And that was perhaps the gist of it all, whether he agreed with what she said or not. That they just didn't agree on a lot of shit.

This left a bit of an awkward silence lingering, and Charon decided: I should head on home.. He opened his mouth, but then shut it again, as he contemplated whether to ask Wraen to tell Maia he'd said hi.