Firestone Hot Springs Is it getting any better

Osprey played right into Charon's faux-busy-ness, and Charon wondered if it was because she figured he really had to go, or because he was right and she was the one that needed to leave. Regardless, Charon smiled — a little wryly — as she got to her feet and stretched. A reminder that there was so little left of the wolf that she once used to be. Charon wanted to say or do something that would make things alright again, that would bring Osprey closer to him instead of drive her away, but there seemed nothing he could do. He didn't know what to say, which in itself was unique for Charon, so he just stood there and watched her extend an invitation. Along the coast... That bloathead Dante'd better not claim Stavanger Bay, Charon thought grouchily, although he had no actual claim over the territories anymore anyway. Well, whatever; he had his mountain now.

"Say hi to Casmir for me," Charon said, remembering just in time that he was part of Blacktail Deer Plateau, too. It wasn't like Charon would likely visit their new pack anytime soon, if Dante was still in charge. He'd probably get run out, anyway. "You're always welcome to visit Moonspear. Just look for the biggest mountain in the area and call for me." Charon smiled lightly, and he stood waiting, though he wasn't sure what for, exactly — just staring blankly ahead, waiting for her to leave, almost as if she would walk out of his life by doing so, and he hoped that he would see her again. He didn't want to lose Osprey as a friend, but it felt like she was slipping from his grasp anyway.