I'm sorry I was gone

Charlie was not left waiting long. His nephew ran to him, hardly seeming to slow down before they collided. Charlie staggered, catching himself as he looked down at the young man Wylan had become. They were the same height now… when the heck had that happened? Wyl had been just a little thing, hanging with his uncle and being small enough to carry. Now? His gaze softened as Wylan clung to him and burst into tears. He had grown, but Wyl was still young. Young and had missed him. With his free leg Charlie drew him in close.

”Hey… hey it's alright, no need for tears.” His voice was soft, gentle as he held the younger wolf. He had missed Wylan greatly too. When he had lay there in that mine he had grieved for the fact his nephew and sister might never know what happened to him. It has been terrifying to think he might never get the chance to say goodbye… and now that he had a chance to be with his family again he knew he needed to make the most of their time together.

“I thought I wouldn't see you again either.” He continued. Wylan’s emotions were understandable. There should be no shame in crying now. ”I’m home now… and with a new scar to show off.” His voice became light, teasing. “I think it looks pretty neat at least.” The scar was deep and covered a large part of the length lf his leg but it was a sign that he had survived one of the scariest things life had thrown at him.

He had survived and made it home.

"Speech," 'Thought.'