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Charles had been very aloof and distant since the move. He didn't like being closer to Easthollow again, didn't trust that, and the pack was... different. He hadn't seen Whrist in practically forever, and was Lotus gone?? How could a pup just be gone? Or had he just not seen her for a while? Did he just miss her every time? Honestly, Charles didn't really want to go and discover that. He wasn't too sure he wanted to know. Besides, too much time had passed now. If he'd go find Nyra and ask now it would just be awkward and he'd seem like a deadbeat dad who didn't even notice his child was gone for forever.

So lately, Charles had the strong itch to run away again. To go somewhere, anywhere but here. He wasn't sure where it should be. He just... didn't like here. There had been a moment in time when he had been kinda happy here. When Lotus had been presented to the pack and he and Nyra had been spoken to by Aerin while Lotus weaved through his legs, he had felt like he belonged somewhere. Now, though, everything just seemed bleak and he was walking on eggshells because honestly? For each their own reasons — Nyra reminding him of Lotus, Kynareth, well, Charles wasn't too ready to admit — Charles just didn't want to see his pack's leaders and was afraid he'd run into them.

The coywolf was trying to figure out life, but the more he thought about it, the more running away seemed like the most viable option. He just didn't know what to do with himself anymore, and it was painfully obvious now that Whrist had played a big part in keeping him together.