Sun Mote Copse say you'll stay with me tonight

Moonspear was not a good place to be in the light of Hydra's upcoming season. Charon had always been terrible with seasons -- Althaia and Potema slumbering proof of that -- but to see his own daughter in season was a whole new kind of confusing. Then, still influenced by the scents in his nostrils and the desire to further his lineage he'd fought with Amekaze and that made it all the better for him to depart the mountain a while.

And where else to go? As he approached the copse and Dhole's scent met him he remembered that this was hers. He'd managed to avoid confrontation with her so far, and he dearly hoped that he wouldn't find her at the borders today. Despite the risks -- running into Dhole or Wraen instead -- he tipped his nose and howled for @Maia, then waited at the borders. It wasn't the smartest thing to do, to seek her out now that his nose was still filled with the confusion of Hydra's scent, but he didn't know where else to go. Potema was gone, his friends were gone. But Maia was here. He waited, feeling oddly anxious and restless, as the sun started to set while the last of the birds chirped their spring songs.