Homeward Bound

Basilisk came, although slower than Charlie would have initially expected him to arrive. Something was off, Charlie noted, brows furrowing with worry as he made to draw close. At least until Bas raised his paw, his warning was heard and acknowledged as the male lowered his paw. Ears fell, not quite understanding what was going on. For a moment a flicker of worry that Basilisk thought him a traitor, that he had gone after Kite flickered in his mind. No, he still felt strongly that though what his uncle had done was cruel, Basilisk had only harmed her as an accident of his own size… and her own fierce attacks. He considered her the antagonizer… had fought with Crux over it. He wouldn’t side with her now. Even if he and Crux had come to see more… eye to eye.

The question was a fair one all the same. Charlie shifted, revealing the only scar that ran from the back of his leg down towards the middle of his back left leg. “One of the tunnels in the mine collapsed while I was hunting for some different materials to work with.” He explained, gaze shifting from the pink scar back to Bas.

“Silveris was crushed in the initial collapse. Yorrick managed to shift one of the stones near the top to get me some food and water before going to help but… something got a hold of him before he could get back here. He was found by an old loner and his children, pleading with them to help me before he succumbed to his wounds.” There was sadness in his gaze as he spoke. He had once fought his father over Silveris, and had considered the companions to be part of his family. Being without them had left a hole in his heart.

“The wound got infected. I spent a lot of time unconscious at Tau’s den at first. He wasn’t sure if I was going to pull through.” Charlie frowned. “And when I finally recovered enough to be alert during the day, he urged me not to stress the wound otherwise I’d risk having it get worse all over again. His son made sure I didn’t stress it… once he gave me the go ahead I bade him and his children farwell and came here.” Charlie furrowed his brow more.

“Just how long have I been gone? What has happened? Something is off…” There was concern in his voice, not for himself but for his nephew and pack. He mind shifted back to the flood. Surely nothing like that…?

"Speech," 'Thought.'