Larksong Grotto Burn the witch

Charley was out wandering the grotto aimlessly, worrying about Emory and wondering where Aspen was. With his twin sister gone, he now only had the silvery female to dote upon, and his thoughts were ruled by her as he padded along silently. 
Reeks scent smacked him suddenly in the face as the wind switched pace, and at once the multicolored male turned towards his old friend. With Emory's influence far from the two of them, perhaps they could catch up without jealousy welling up in the Pryors heart.
         "Reek!"
He called out to the lanky alpha as his carribean eyes caught him from afar, picking up his pace to catch up. He didn't know of Tavi or the son sired by his best friend, or the new religion taking him over, but that was why the scruffy man reached out to Reek. If the thin rift separating them could be sewn before breaking them apart completely, then perhaps they could be true best friends again.