Firefly Glen not giving in

Charles opened his eyes and blinked, shooting into awakeness quite suddenly. He'd been taking a nap and muttered something about Mr High-And-Mighty before getting up and stretching. A long, big yawn split open Charles' face and he smacked his lips while he set off towards the rest of the pack. It would be so weird seeing Osiris again, what with these weird.. dreams.. he'd been having lately. There were a few wolves in the pack that he'd gotten to know, although one of them had already split anyway. Good on her, this place sucked. Charles, though, he wasn't as good as just up and leaving without anyone prompting him. So he pretty much just stayed, even though he felt like he was unfairly treated like shit... by the object of his darkest and most secret admiration.

As he arrived he quickly scanned for Dhalia, but as she wasn't there he instead turned his attentions to Lunaria, who was the next person he didn't know. Osiris was there — over whose presence Charles' gaze flitted, causing his stomach to turn in a way that was both pleasant and horrible, and he quickly looked away — with two dark-pelted dudes that Charles didn't know yet. Leta wasn't here yet. Some other chick was talking to Osiris, which kinda instantly labelled her as part of the lame-ass-drooling-over-Osiris-squad in Charles' mind (or maybe he was just jealous that it wasn't him?), so he ignored her and turned to Lunaria instead. Yo, how you doing Luna-girl? he said casually as he bumped shoulders with her.