Moonspear bro's 4 lyf

After his run-in with Potema Charon had come home, making sure that there was nothing left of her scent and wandering to clear his head first. He needed to stay closer to home, he realised, and at the same time, there was a certain sense of adventure to the fact that he could do these things and it didn't really impact the rest of the world — his world — at all. He was not sure whether he felt empowered or guilty, wasn't sure whether he'd done a noble act or simply disguised a terrible thing inside a noble act. Whatever had happened, he would put it behind him and shook off whatever remnants of guilt he might have felt easily enough, as he had all his life. The thought of his little angels at home faded any thought of could-be's or potential problems from his mind, and made him realise that whatever paths he strayed to, he'd always end up home, here, with his family.

Speaking of home, he was on the look-out for @Floki since returning home. He hadn't properly spoken to his brother one on one since the birth of his girls, and he was looking forward to doing this again. There was something on his mind, actually, something he wanted to talk about with Flóki because he wasn't sure if maybe, his brother needed some steering to the right side; it felt like forever since Dhole'd deserted them, and Flóki deserved something new and better. He might not be realising it was right in front of him. Nose to the ground, Charon crossed the borders and started through the forest and towards the mountain's slopes, deciding to check the rendezvous site first to see if he could catch trace of his brother's scent that afternoon.