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After @Nyra had lead him to the territory of the Saints, Charles felt oddly out of place. He'd never been in an entirely new place; he had moved to Moonspear and then Firefly Glen with Leta, but that was with her. With his best friend. This was the first time, barring his little stay at Redhawk Caldera and the painful chase-off he had been given there, that he was on his own somewhere new. It felt weird.

Charles felt the urge to hide away and be on his own, but he also very much longed to find someone that.. well, someone that could be his friend. He'd left all of his new friends behind in Firefly Glen when he fled following the traumatic sight of the only two wolves he really, truly cared deeply for in his life getting torn to literal pieces in front of his eyes. Just thinking back to that event made Charles' brain fizzle and often he found himself quickly distracted with something else just so he wouldn't have to think about Osiris and Leta. Preferably ever again.

With Leta by his side he'd had the confidence to be the cool boy, but now that he was on his own, he found himself worried that he'd just be some scrub here again. He didn't want to be. He wanted to be, well, like he was in the Glen. He wanted to put others down so that he felt better — well, no, now that sounded bad, it wasn't like that — it was just that he needed to show others the confidence he didn't have so that they would believe it. If Firefly Glen had taught him anything (other than the fact that something was seriously, grievously wrong with himself), it was that you could definitely fake it 'til you made it. It had worked, at least until everything crumpled apart...

Charles walked around the Strath just kind of exploring his new home, which felt weird and suffocating with how walled in it was and he found himself unsure if he'd made the right choice to go here. But well, he wasn't sure that he could leave now. At least they had fed him; that was a good start.