At the request of Basilisk and Ignita, Charlie had gone to make a den for himself in one of the caves along the beach. It was different from what he was used to, the smell of the water making his fur prickle as he remembered the flood that had flashed through the Armada. It felt strange… to be home and yet to be distant from his packmates. He kept himself busy with checking fishing nets and, when he could, hunting game and leaving it on the outskirts of the Col for the rest of the pack. He prayed that the solution would be found soon. He wanted to see his family again, to know that they were alright.

That morning found Charlie by the water checking the nets. One of them had gotten tangled during the thrashing of some fish trying to get away, and Charlie stood in the water working to untangle it to reset it. His brow furrowed as he worked with his paws, a grunt of frustration passing his lips as his efforts seemed to make it worse. He hadn’t dealt with the nets before but was trying his best. Was there some trick to them that he wasn’t aware of? Ears flicked back as the fanged male took a step back.

“Maybe just a quick break…”

"Speech," 'Thought.'

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The cure was being passed around the pack, and the last of the quarantines were lifting. The tainted meat had been burned, and new procedures had been set up to avoid any meat from the Mile High woods from entering their stock. They had survived the Blight from the efforts of those not infected hunting elsewhere. Like Charlton, who had been catching what he could along the beach.

It was time to bring his cousin home properly. The earth beneath his paws shifted from hard packed earth to sand as he made his way along the beach. He found the smaller wolf taking a step back from the nets, a look of frustration on his maw. “Charlie!” he called out.


"Basilisk"

A call from Basilisk brought Charlie’s attention to the Warlord. Ears pricked forward, the tawny wolf pulled himself away from the nets to greet him. A small nod was given, a light smile on his maw. “Bas,” He greeted his nephew softly. “It is good to see you again. How has everyone been fairing?” He worried for the rest of his packmates, and about the blight that they had been suffering from. Were they recovering okay? Were there still others that were badly sick? Not knowing had troubled him a great deal, and only keeping his paws busy served as a distraction. But with Bas here now… was that to bring good news about the pack? He could certainly hope so.

"Speech," 'Thought.'

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