Frogspawn Swamp thousands of years, an eternity, without changing

Being with the Saints was kinda suffocating and neither did Charles really wanna go out towards the Copse just yet to live there. His whole life felt like it was zeroing in on him and slowly taking away his breath. He wanted to be a father to Lotus, but he had absolutely no clue how to. Maybe it would be easier when she got a little older and bigger? Maybe when he could talk to her he could ask her about what sorta stuff she wanted to do and he could just... play with her and stuff? Now, he didn't know how to be a father to her in any other way than bring her the occasional chew toy and provide Nyra with the occasional piece of food, which was probably a lot less than he should do.

So he had fled, sort of. Well, he didn't like to think of it as fleeing, but perhaps it sort of was... With head full of thoughts Charles found himself north of the Saints' territories, close to a swamp. As he made his way into it to... heck, let's say 'explore' so he felt like he was being useful, he was startled out of his swimming thoughts by a dark man that looked like he'd been exploring the swamp rather... thoroughly.

The coywolf froze and just stared at him, waiting to see how he would respond, finding himself guarded in the face of a stranger. Charles didn't yet realise that he was looking at Antares, someone he'd seen back in Firefly Glen at the meetings and hunts and the likes, of course, but had never interacted too closely with.