Nocturne Summit BWP3: PREY OPPORTUNITY

When a vaguely familiar face from another pack arrived, Charon's teeth peeled back and he snarled, "Fuck off, this is ours!" He wasn't intending to give any scraps away to another pack. Perhaps if he had given it more thought, he could have decided to use the other pack to do the more dangerous part. They could've spared a few scraps or chased them off after. But he was ruled by hunger, and even though they had not caught anything yet Charon wanted the food, wanted to feed his pack; not be hungry for a second.

He didn't expect the man to burst right past them and make a leap for the rams, however. Charon's eyes widened as he watched it unfold, and he wasn't sure what to do. Maybe wait to see if the man would burst into pieces on the floor. They would have more food then. They would even have less danger if they would eat him instead of the rams, or maybe one of them would fall with him.

With a start Charon realised who the black wolf was when a second stranger arrived on the scene, one that reminded him of Dhole in some ways. He remembered now — the black man was her father. Resentment still ran deep within Charon's heart, the fond memories of Dhole mixed with her treacherous betrayal and the sting of rejection. For now he watched it play out, for they were with a majority regardless and the wolf's move was reckless and foolish. Whatever the outcome of his action, Charon arrogantly did not think it would be of negative impact to them and so he waited. Amekaze was the more tactical hunter of the pair of them anyway so he yielded to her knowledge on the matter of how they would hunt them; as far as Charon was concerned they would just ignore the fool and his partner and get back to the hunt without them. In the commotion he did not even really notice Filth's approach, eyes pinned on what was unfolding before him.