Blackfeather Woods the world is not enough

Heavy steps carried him towards Blackfeather Woods' borders, for it was with a different purpose that he was here today than he would've wanted. Potema was his friend, one of the few things that were only his without any of his family involved, and he didn't like that their friendship would be sullied with the brink of war on their doorstep after what the Woods had done. Surely he'd be able to talk about this with his friend, though, and she would understand and she would punish the wolf who had commited these crimes. He felt weird knowing that it might have been Jorunn. Was Jorunn here, in this very pack, right now? Had he really attacked someone near Moonspear and if so, why?

As he halted upon the borders Charon felt creeped out by the dark scenery and the scent of blood hanging in the air. A shiver ran down his spine as he looked round a moment. He tipped his head back and called for @Potema alone — he would love to see his two daughters again too, but for now it would have to wait — as he hoped to settle the differences between their packs.