—🌅

He's awake. Up earlier than most nowadays.

He has a few new things for the gang. But, also for @EaglcFlies. A new bear skin coat, a few claws, fangs. He's donated cash from selling pelts and furs. Oh, can't forget a chocolate bar for Eagle Flies and Jack.

He's back, and staying for a good bit. Promise. At least, for that special, overjoyed and overwhelmed someone. ❤

—𐂃 You're adorable and I'm love you. ❤

He's.. hungry.

Cold, windy rain this morning. Thunderstorms and lightning throughout the night. The outlaw lacked.. sleep. Grumpy Charles is grumpy.

—𐂃 Also. Soft muse is stronk this morning..

He's cuddled close to his woman, rough, bear-like hands gather loose fur to cover an exposed shoulder gently before he finds his protection embracing her. Small kisses, a trail of tiny affections litter the back of her neck. He missed her. So much.

He stirs only slightly, a quiet grumble of new founded warm, content. Instinctually, Charles wraps his arm around her, holding her in his heavy sleep state. Last night was the first night he slept all the way through. New scars still ache, and his night terrors fresh.

If she so desires. She succeeds in lulling the beast back into slumber. Arms coveting her warm before a content sigh escaped flared nostrils.

—𐂃 I hate my phone. Sokanon* 🙄

— ᴇxᴘᴇʀɪᴇɴᴄᴇᴅ ᴍᴀᴄ ᴄᴀʟʟᴀɴᴅᴇʀ. — ɪɴᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅᴇɴᴛ ᴘᴏʀᴛʀᴀʏᴀʟ. — ʀᴅʀ2 ʀᴘ. — ᴇɴɢʟɪꜱʜ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇʀ. — ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟᴇᴅ/ʟɪᴛᴇʀᴀᴛᴇ. — ꜱʜɪᴘꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴄʜᴇᴍ/ꜱɪɴɢʟᴇ-ꜱʜɪᴘ. — ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ. — ᴍᴏʀᴇ ɪɴꜰᴏ ʙᴇʟᴏᴡ.

His eyes burn from lack of sleep, staring into the fire had only made it worse. He's wrapped in a roughly used, old horse blanket. The prickly, thick horse hair seemed permanently woven into the beautifully colored tapestry. He tried to fight the yawn, that obvious won.

—𐂃

He hasn't been feeling too good. Sorry for the absence.

Someone has stolen his prized bow...