Altar of Twilight Without a Trace

It seemed he was the only one caught unaware; the stranger turned to look at him with a look as if he'd seen Charon all along. The altar felt like home so much that he sometimes did not pay as much attention as he should, Charon realised then.

A polite greeting followed, to which Charon nodded and returned, Evening. Then, after a short moment of silence, Out for stargazing? As that was what he at times came here for. The altar was a good place for that, he had to admit. Charon did not instantly recognise a scent of pack on the other -- not one he recognised, anyway.