Larksong Grotto Some Things Are Worth Fighting For

Charley trusted Zaavier, though for the Pryor he was not somebody who had broken through walls and actually befriended the brute. He found himself rather liking the man, however, and thought perhaps one day he would be a closer friend. Bitter and nasty as he likely looked right now, he was actually pretty calm for the most part. He was thankful the smaller male could provide something else for him to focus on, and the ragged male actually gave him a half assed smile and a weak wag of his tail. 
            "Well as it can, I bet. Hopefully now that things are beginning to regrow, we can get more in our bellies but water."
As if to highlight his words, the patchwork male bent to the water and drank. For a long minute he drank, filling his belly and hoping to ward of the hunger pains in his stomach.