Firefly Glen my place, or yours?

He had been distracted by a stick along the way, just as they'd reached the place Leta mentioned. Honestly, Charles was mostly distracting himself because he was a little nervous about going to a new pack. He'd never been this far from home. He wasn't really sure what he was doing, but Leta was his only friend and he didn't want to lose her or whatever.

Charles hadn't even said goodbye to his mother or the leaders of Easthollow; he'd just left. At first he thought it'd just be an adventure but then it dawned on him this was a new way of life.

As he caught up to Leta, Charles' large coyote-like ears perked forward as he looked at her male friend. This must be the one she'd been talking about.

Hi, said the coywolf in awkward greeting. He felt kinda weird when he looked at Osiris. He wasn't sure why yet or what it meant. Maybe competition for Leta's friendship?