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Charles bore several physical markers that expressed just how much stress he was under. On a normal day, the coyote-ish male had a toothy grin and one heck of a side-eye but today, he was panting from exhaustion, but Bronco was certain his short breaths were stress-related as well. The whites of his eyes showed, which was not normal for Charles. Not that he'd ever come across as being a super cool, composed and calm kind of guy- but this...This was something else. He looked like he'd been running from something scary. 

Maybe it was the way he escpaed from grief, and Bronco sighed. No doubt, the Glen wolves were hit hard from the loss of both Toad and Desdemona. No other news had reached them yet, so aside from Meerkat, this was the first packmate Bronco had seen since the turn of the new year. "I came to visit family a couple weeks ago, and," He said, tilting his head forward so that Charles could potentially see the slowly scabbing wounds across his scalp. "Got in a catfight." He thought Niamh had relayed the message that he'd be delayed...Did the Fireflies think he'd abandoned them? This wouldn't go over well- he'd have to find Osiris and explain everything. 

"I can't manage the slope. Come on up and take a break up here with me- you're safe." He called, figuring that he could at least put Charles' worries about trespassing to rest.