fly on

too bad they'll live so far apart just now that things are on the fix-y side between them :P

Charon mentally mapped the name and location of Lost Creek Hollow, though he didn't know if he'd ever need it. But in case he did, it was better to be prepared. His uncle seemed somewhat excited for the idea of the new pack — well, as excited as uncle Mordecai was ever going to get, anyway — and even knew some of the Spire's wolves, apparently. There was a moment in which it was as though Mordecai was going to say more, but then he didn't.

Mordecai offered a suggestion, and where Charon might've snippily declined or responded in sarcasm to such a peace offering months ago, now the yearling nodded and accepted it as it came. "Thanks, I'll keep it in mind." He looked up the waterfall and decided it was time to head back, rest up a little bit and then head out towards the Bay to inform his wolves. "See you 'round." He turned towards the rocky path that lead up the side of the falls and started to climb it back up. His pace was slow and movements stiff and pained, but he wasn't going to let his healing wounds stop him from reaching Stavanger Bay as soon as possible to start his new life.