Bramblepoint The hunter becomes the hunted.

Charon was searching around the corner, taking another part of the bramblepoint along in his search. He was sniffing around and just as he found part of an old trail, causing his hackles to prick up, he heard Dash' call not far from him. The thing with Althaia was still fresh on his mind, and he wished he could look into Ame's mind to see if she suspected him at all, still; he thought he had pretty much proven now that it was Harley who'd done the dirty with her, and not he. Now they were gone and hopefully things could return to normal soon.

As he scaled around the corner towards Dash, Charon called out, "Did you find hi—" But then he saw Potema there, to his surprise (though not necessarily unpleasantly so). He smiled at Potema and said, "Oh, hey you. Feeling a little more down to earth today?" He would've used 'sober' had he actually known that she'd been on anything. He had no idea what the source of her problem was. As he stood on the clearing though, he realised how strong Lazarus' scent was here, even if it was old. "He was here," he said grimly to Dash, forgetting a moment that Potema wasn't yet informed about Lazarus.