[ Well, that makes two of them slightly confused, at least, because Peter doesn't quite understand that. Why Charlie would opt to show up when Peter came calling.
It's strange, really. Doesn't make a whole lot of sense.
But that's a riddle he can unravel later, and the two of them hurry to the edge of the dead village, following the trails worn into the ground by the hunters and fur traders who traveled the areas. Only when they're reasonably far away does Peter hear the echo of a few shouts from the town – the corpses of his former teammates found, probably – and he pulls them off the paths into the underbrush.
It's there that his strength flags, and he has to stop for breath, propping himself up against a tree while a hand clenches around the bloodied fabric of his shirt at his side. ]
Goddammit. [ Hissed out, and he glances over his shoulder, as if waiting for the old crew to come bounding through the trees. ]
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It's strange, really. Doesn't make a whole lot of sense.
But that's a riddle he can unravel later, and the two of them hurry to the edge of the dead village, following the trails worn into the ground by the hunters and fur traders who traveled the areas. Only when they're reasonably far away does Peter hear the echo of a few shouts from the town – the corpses of his former teammates found, probably – and he pulls them off the paths into the underbrush.
It's there that his strength flags, and he has to stop for breath, propping himself up against a tree while a hand clenches around the bloodied fabric of his shirt at his side. ]
Goddammit. [ Hissed out, and he glances over his shoulder, as if waiting for the old crew to come bounding through the trees. ]
Any tricks, pig farmer?