thinking of you

I was just about to PM you about that thread I said I'd start... well... this is convenient for us. <___<

If anything, Charon could have added to the list of wolves he wasn't interested in meeting. Perhaps chief among them would have been his uncle as well. But as it were, the incidents of their prior meeting were long behind Mordecai. He had made a hazy round of the borders, only giving the burnt landscape of one particular area a wide berth in doing so. He was about the close up the end of that round when a call came from behind him, one that so easily jabbed an ice pick through to his sternum. He did not recognize the voice of Charon, but instead recognized for whom the call asked for. Osprey.

He doubled back without so much of a second thought, immediately moving to close in the distance. It was no more than a few minutes before he had set his sights on the speckled form of his nephew and for a moment, could not help but linger in the dense undergrowth. He had not known that Osprey and Charon were acquainted and of course, he wanted to believe that it was more than just an acquaintance. It did not take much for the wily storyteller to charm a friendship out of anyone, Mordecai among them.

So when he made his approach, he tried to cover a certain weariness in it. Yet Charon would probably sense that things were askew within the plateau; woodsmoke still clung to the older Ostrega, partially from his budding inability to stop lingering around the area to begin with. Always searching for that one sign, that sliver of hope that betrayed the growth of thoughts that suggested what had become of his companions. And perhaps more at the forefront of this was the idea that he would have to break that news to a youth that was less of a youth now than he had been.

"Charon," he greeted, ignoring the collection of his thoughts. "It's been a long time. How are you?"