Whitefish River you're the truth that's breaking me and keeping me together

Charles hadn't really meant to come close to this random pack, though with the dreams he'd been having lately he definitely considered running off, joining some random pack and starting his life anew. How disgusting was he? Did he really, like, fancy Osiris? Of course not! Dreams were just that. All he needed to do was avoid Osiris for a while, yeah, until the dreams stopped.

Despite his best intentions of avoiding these borders, something interesting caught his scent while he was out exploring.

Was that...

@Riley? Charles blinked and he couldn't help but feel drawn to the scent of his long lost brother. It wasn't the same in many ways. He was surprised he recognised it at all underneath all that.. newness. It was unmistakably him though. Charles found himself longing for seeing Riley again, for being bullied around and for just... Something he understood, he supposed, mostly.

That carried him to this pack's borders. He didn't trespass -- he wasn't stupid -- but he did stay lingering around the frays of the pack's Western borders until he eventually gathered the courage to howl for Riley.