Wapun Meadow ding dong

Laurel had even less attention for them as usual. It seemed that she would either smother them, or cut them loose entirely, and honestly, Charles wasn't too sure which one he preferred. He just wished his brothers would chill the fuck out and cut him some slack when they played, and maybe he wished that he didn't have brothers at all. Times had been tough and Charles had become eerily skeletal in his build from the lack of food, but it was the only life that he knew of. Always a struggle. Always a pain. And most of all, never what he wanted it to be.

Meanwhile the world just got colder and colder. Laurel told him 'don't go outside', 'stay here and be warm', but lately not so much anymore. Lately it was as if she just stopped caring. Well, whatev, I don't need anyone, Charles told himself out loud as he walked into the field outside of Easthollow with a frown on his face. And then the frown disappeared and he smiled, broadly, happy. Yeah. He wouldn't let that hag spoil his fun.