luck and pluck

Things had been tense at best between Charon and Thistle. She seemed to agree with the plan, but was upset by the way he'd done things. Well, if he knew she would suddenly come to life and become sassy and opiniated, maybe he would've done things differently. He didn't regret anything though, and he wanted to carry on with the plan, fully expecting his adoptive mother to come round and accept the way things were headed. She was already packing, after all, ready for the journey south.

Charon was getting in a quick patrol before he intended to head out to explore when he caught Amekaze's howl. Ears perked up, and a smile tugged at the corners of the yearling's mouth. His heart skipped a beat at the thought of seeing Amekaze again. He knew she'd make it all better, make him realise things were going to be alright even if his relations with some of his pack were rocky at best presently.

Trees flitted by as he galloped towards the borders. As he drew nearer, he saw the morning light outline Amekaze's silhouette and felt cheerful. "Ame! You made it!" the yearling said excitedly, hoping that she would be as excited as he. His wounds were healing and looked better and smaller each day, too, and his gait was much more supple than when they'd last met too. Charon reached out to nuzzle her shoulder in greeting. He couldn't wait to hear how she fared preparing her pack for the news.