Redhawk Caldera frostpunk

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backdated until after Charles just came to RHC. hoping for a @Fennec but lmk if you don't have time!

It had been a day since he'd arrived here, and it didn't sit right with Charles still. He'd wanted to run away from it all, and he ended up here, in a place where one of his few friends lived. He thought he ran away from all of them, but this seemed to prove once more that you can't really run away from everything in your life. Or maybe he just hadn't run far enough?

These and many things were heavy on Charles' mind as he rested. He wasn't wounded, he was just shook, and he certainly didn't intend to return to Firefly Glen. What if @Bronco would leave here and tell him to come with? Charles wasn't sure he could bear that. He wasn't sure he could do anything but run away again. The Glen held too many memories, painful memories at that. Maybe in time, but right now..? Even just thinking about it was stressful.

The first night in the Caldera was fitful for Charles. He dreamt of Osiris, dreamt of sweet kisses in the summer grass that turned to ash and dust and bones and blood as Osiris withered away beneath Charles' very paws. Sweet moments stolen away turned into terrible death and kisses planted on cheeks turned into torn open claw marks.

He woke up screaming and looked around, not sure where he was at first, dazed, confused, hurting.