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When she showed up, there was something judging in her sharp eyes. Charles expected a mother of Bronco's to be pretty chill, but if anything, she reminded him heavily of his own mother. And it wasn't a good thing. He looked away submissively when she spoke, and nodded almost shyly at her commands. He knew he wouldn't be able to make good on any of it — Charles was terrible at hunting, and honestly, he'd mostly gotten by on... Well... On Leta's friendliness. She was the one who'd caught him when he was stealing food from caches all the time in Easthollow, usually, and she was the one who protected him in Firefly Glen.

What would become of him now?

They mustn't find out that he was such a bad hunter, though, and so he merely nodded at Bronco's mother. I won't be long, he promised her. He had no intentions of returning to the Glen, honestly, but... well, right now he just couldn't think ahead too far yet. He'd figure it out along the way.