Firefly Glen this just in

The Glen was a lot better than the rock; it was a bit more like his previous home. Charles had been heartily received by Leta and he'd decided to stay here so that he could help Leta stay out of trouble. She needed someone to watch her back, after all. Charles hadn't yet met any of the other wolves who lived in the Glen, but he hoped that he'd get to meet some soon so he knew what sorta wolves he was living with. Wasn't Meerkat here, too?

Once unfortunately side effect of this new pack was that there weren't a lot of food cashes, and Charles was huuuungry. He was out trying to find something today, but so far he had caught nothing. Charles had always been pretty bad at hunting, though mostly because he hadn't really been taught. He had always just looted the caches back at Easthollow and he also didn't eat very much. As far as he knew, it'd never gone noticed.

Today, Charles used the last hours of daylight to try and track down a squirrel. He followed its scent, hoping that he would find it soon... Even though hope was slim that he'd be able to catch it.