Moonspear Frosty the snowman

Ever since his return to Moonspear he had mostly rested. Of late, Charon started to pick up small walks. The winds were changing and there was a chill in the air. It wouldn't normally get to him, and it was the only way, aside from the soreness to his muscles, that Charon realised he had been impacted by this fight. His right eye was no longer caked in blood though it hurt to open it and so he kept it firmly shut for now. Lyra had taken good care of the wounds and he had faith they would heal. They always did, after all.

Snowflakes started to drift down while Charon walked around the rendezvous site. He had a limp to his gait from when his assailant had attacked his leg and he felt melancholic thinking of Kevlyn for she had played some pivotal part in his disappearance (even if Charon did not know what part, exactly). Yet there were also his next of kin to worry about here. The first winter was always exciting for young pups and he had not failed to notice that one of the Yams was gone now. Yami had been the most active of the pups and her energy was missed. As the snow fell he could not help but worry for her health, all alone out there.. but he knew he should count himself lucky to have three healthy pups left still, he thought to himself as he stiffly limped through the falling snow that left the rendezvous site in a white blanket; a reminder of a fresh start next year, and surely more children.