where'd you go

This is set a few days after Liyaní was taken/gone. It's set around the borders, so anyone is welcome from any pack.

Liyaní was missing. Gone. Charon had sat around idly for a few days, but Ragnar and Thistle said they were doing all they could do and that he wasn't allowed to go gallavanting after her on his own. He didn't want to sit by idly and now, after a few days, he had had enough. He didn't care if he'd get in trouble with them; Charon just wanted his family in tact again.

So he had left the den and gone walking off on his own. He didn't bother Levi with it, because Levi had already been so sad and apathetic before. Charon had tried everything to cheer up Levi and Liyaní a bit, but now that his other sister was gone, he feared the worst for his remaining brother and Charon just wanted to make everything right again. He'd go looking for the missing siblings (and maybe find Mum and Dad, too!), bring them home, and they'd all be happy again. This was Charon's plan, and he was determined to bring it to a good closing.

The freckled white-pelted boy walked and walked, on and on, for a really far distance. He did catch Ragnar's scent around, though he never knew that Ragnar's territories stretched this far. Charon moved further away from the sea, in-land, until finally Ragnar's scent was beginning to fade.

When he realised that he was going to leave the pack territory, Charon halted. He'd been galopping clumsily like a happy puppy and he'd been determined to go out there and find his missing siblings, but now that he was going into the real big world out there he suddenly got cold feet. Charon's ears swiveled back and forth on top of his head in doubt and his tongue hung from the side of his mouth as he stared outwards, suddenly feeling scared.