thinking of you

The ashy landscape was enough to shut even Charon up. A frown fell onto his face as he stared out at the landscape in awe, and he swallowed dryly as he imagined what it must have been like to be in the fire. It was a thought he soon banished from his mind again, and ears folded back as he silently looked around.

Mordecai lead the way up the rocky slope, and Charon waited a moment before he tried to scramble up too. It took him a couple of tries before he managed to find the right spot and haul himself up. Once up, he watched as Mordecai sniffed the air as though he'd found something. Charon sniffed too, but all he could smell was the thick scent of fire and ash -- of death -- all around him.