Hideaway Strath in the truly gruesome do we trust

When he'd entered the Strath Charles hadn't paid much thought to the skeletons by the pack's entrance and borders. Well, not actively, anyway. Now every time he thought about it he felt kind of weirded out, and he decided to check them out that day. Maybe because he needed a breather — in the form of the thought that he could leave this place any time he wanted, because the territory made him feel rather trapped — or maybe because he just wanted to be sure they were... real, or something.

He approached the skeletons decorating the territory's northern entrance cautiously. Scents of its leaders were heavy here. One skeleton was clearly of a large animal, though Charles couldn't quite place wha— the thing that killed Osiris and Leta —t kind of animal it was. Woah, that was weird, I spaced out there, Charles told himself as he blinked and looked away from the large skeleton, feeling a pit in his stomach as he forced the thoughts and images of Osiris and Leta from his mind. Then there were the other three, which were... Wolves? he thought to himself out loud, wondering whose skeletons these were (and not recognising that two were coyote and only one was wolf).