ten feet under and upside down

Although his home was partially in ruins, another part of it was still sheltered; it looked like the storm had raged through only part of the territories, and Charon was glad that he had chosen the correct side of the territories to hide out in. He had not yet seen what damage had been done to the eastern side of the territories, but it couldn't be any good.

Today was a particularly stormy day, yet Charon had left the pups in the care of others and the young Beta was making a patrol along the borders. As he looked to the skies, he noted to himself to make it a quick round, since they were darkening and he didn't want to get caught out in the midst of the storm again.

Soon rain began to fell down, and after Charon had rubbed his wet fur against a couple of trees and muddy patches, and had peed on another couple of trees, some fallen from the storm, he decided to head back to the rendezvous site to dry himself. The last days had taken much from the ten month old Charon, for they hadn't had much food and he'd needed to keep watch of the pups, comfort them when the storms were bothering them, and he'd been watchful as a Naturalist to make sure the storm didn't catch up on their new hiding place, too.

With his fur soaked completely, Charon galopped along the borders on his way back into the territories and to a dry place, when he noticed a curled up wolf at a nearby tree. "Hey!" he called through the rain, "What're you doing there?" It wasn't hard to guess what she was doing here -- but he had to ask something to get her attention.