Noctisardor Bypass Stop posting the eyeballs -- if you don't stop I'm gonna take them away from you

Charles shifted his weight between his front paws, feeling uncomfortable still in the presence of these wolves, even though they seemed okay. He was simultaneously disappointed -- because he craved the punishment -- as well as relieved -- because he really didn't want to die. Anyway -- Charles nodded when she said Easthollow. He had trouble remembering the word sometimes. The stones were just an easier way of describing his home.

He hadn't heard of Lost Creek before, wasn't sure where it was at. Dunno if it returned there. He hadn't traveled very far from home very often. This was some of the farthest he'd gone. It was nice to be outside. It was dangerous, but he liked that. It was still better than being with his numb mother who didn't care about him or about anything.

Charles could feel his welcome running out and felt like he was overextending, but part of him liked that. Made him feel some sense of control, even if it was sorta false. But it was something. Better 'n nothing.