Redsand Canyon death by a thousand cuts

A lot had changed in his life lately. Whrist had asked him to have a threesome with her and Kynareth (pretty weird) when he had asked her to come with him to the Archangels. Then the announcement had come that they'd all stay together for now, and then they were moving to a new place. Woah. It was a lot to handle for the coywolf. He vaguely recognised that he was getting closer to the other side of the pointy mountains now, living very close to them and therefore closer to where he'd grown up, but it wasn't like... close enough that he could accidentally stumble on Easthollow, anyway. He'd be fine so long as he just avoided that side of the mountains.

Charles had no clue that the Saints had a prisoner, either. He was pretty out of the loop with things. Maybe he missed the memo or maybe there hadn't been one to begin with. So when he saw someone who looked pretty weakly tremble through the territory, seemingly on her way to somewhere, he called out, Hey, you okay? Need help? as he trotted nearer.