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When Nyra's first howl rent the air, the coywolf halted in his steps at the pack's frays. He stared at the skull and it stared back at him, and he took in a shaky breath as he tried to figure out what to do. She hadn't called for him specifically. He'd only be in the way if he was there. Maybe he didn't even want her there, since she did not call for him specifically.

Charles stood and thought of all of this, unsure what he should do. And what if he showed up and she would only chase him away. And why did she call for Kynareth? Why should he be there? Charles found himself defiant at the mere thought of his leader. Why did his leaders always have to be so handsome?

Only Kynareth's insistent howl for him ripped Charles away from his thoughts. This was a call he could not ignore; not because it was Kynareth's, but because it was a call for him specifically. He needed a good excuse if he didn't show up this time around.

When he arrived, various wolves were gathered. Most notable to him was Whrist's presence, as he wasn't sure why she was there. However, her presence conveniently meant he could ask her, How's it going? He did not approach Nyra and the whelping den as of yet, only watching frozen in place and hoping that he would not be asked to get as close as some of the others were. He wouldn't even know how he could possibly offer her support, anyway. Maybe that was why she hadn't even called him.