He was about to spring at the white dragon and reclaim what was rightfully his. Even though Leonides had advised him not to, he needed to get this dragon before Edge forgot who he was entirely! He was handsome- no doubt about that. It was no wonder Edge stayed here, even having the gall to reject Beelzebub's offer. "That's just how Edge is, I suppose." He mused to himself. Before he could strike, he found that Path was doing something strange. One thing for sure, he wasn't leaving yet. With curious, bright eyes, Charon watched as Path worked on creating a kind of cover on the chute. The hydra's eyes softened in understanding. If Edge was his mate, he would want to protect him, too. Biting his lip angrily, knowing Edge belonged to this dragon, Charon felt a few warm tears on his face. 

"Sleipnir, you know I don't." Skylark pouted, not really knowing any. He then froze. This was for Daddy, after all. Maybe he could try. "Let's see... Let's try to think of one, hm?" He offered, wanting to try something for Daddy. He held his brother's hand in his own two and squeezed it reassuringly. "Do you think we'll be with Daddy and father forever, Sleipnir?" He asked, hoping they would. 

Path hadn't left yet, and Charon was beginning to lose his patience. Suddenly, he realized he might be faster. But he couldn't risk the dragon seeing him. With a soft rumble, he decided to stay out until the white dragon was long gone.