Hideaway Strath So pick up, and follow me, we're the only ones

Kyn is at a loss for words. Who the hell is Charles??? The rough thought is bouncing around in his skull and his ears shift with uncertainty on his skull. Golden eyes squint as he searches the deep recesses of his brain to try and figure out who exactly that is. He knows no Charles in his pack, so then he has to wonder...is this a lone wolf? Or perhaps another male from another pack?

“Who the hell is Charles, dear?” He asks incredulously. “Is he from another pack? Is he a lone wolf?” Then he really thinks about it. “Is he even in our pack? If so, he has to be new.”