Chuck sat absently archiving emails on his phone in the William A Carroll Amphitheatre in front of the lake and across the road from 'Fairytale Town' while he waited for the rest of his pack to arrive. It was dusk and the peals of laughter and screams of delight had long since gone from the playground, replaced by the slow but steady shuffling of the janitor finding and collecting unpaired shoes and cleaning up messes from ice-creams that shouldn't have been there in the first place.
Chuck had called the pack together to discuss territory. He was frustrated that Simon had decided to go back to New York, but more than anything it hurt his pride. They'd spent more than a few days on the road together to get here, managed to pull a pack together and then he just took off like all the work Chuck had been doing for them meant nothing. But Chuck couldn't just abandon his new pack like that. How would that make him look? No. He was in it for the long haul and this was just the next step in the process.