Moonspear forget my place amongst the grass

It would have seemed that they stumbled upon one another about the same time. The forested edge had hid Charon away, but when the speckled snowy fur emerged, he was not a hard target to miss. Dirge observed him carefully as the distance was reined in, only averting his gaze and leaving it elsewhere when he dropped the grouse to nudge it towards the alpha male. His posture bent in deference; the etiquette felt bizarre in a way, but it was necessary. The time he had spent answering to no one but himself would be shelved for better weather, or so he believed was the plan.

"Hydra said I could find you here," and well, she wasn't wrong. Then again, no proper leader would leave their borders unattended for long. "It's been a while, how have you fared since the summer?" It never occurred to him that he wouldn't have been remembered either, but for lack of a better opener, it seemed fair to ask.