They'd walked for a while until Wesley spotted his mother speaking with three other women. He wiggled out of his father's grasp and ran at her once he was on his feet. "Mama!" 

"Wes? Where's your--Charlie!" 

Charlie looked startled for a moment at the tone of her voice. "We were just speaking about you." He didn't like the way that Sadie seemed a little too thrilled to have him there. 

"Mama, papa and I came looking for you!" Wesley said, tugging at her skirts. She smiled down at the boy and picked him up, settling him on her hip. 

"Oh...that was the little one..." The woman said, looking at Wesley with wide eyes. "I-I didn't mean to upset them." Her voice was quaking. Her apology quickly caught both Sadie and Charlie off guard. 

"No, ma'am, it's fine. The children were gone by then." Charlie said, stepping into the conversation. He towered over the women, and he'd ducked a little to hide his true height. Charlie was always a little self-conscious about his height. He hoped that his son wouldn't grow to be as tall as he was. He watched the two women walk away, the arm of the more composed one around the young one's shoulders. 

"She's pretty, mama." Wesley, being six, was still learning how to whisper so he wasn't very good at it yet. His words made both of his parents smile. Charlie looked at Kathryn and had to silently agree. 
Sadie smiled at the boy in her arms, finding the shy way in which he hid his face away in the crook of her neck to be adorable.  Often she wondered if people could tell that he was their son. He did look like a decent mix of his features and hers. 

"Ah, forgive me. You've introduced yourself but I forgot my introductions." Sadie looked back at Kathryn. "My name is Sadie Rothschild, and this is my son, Wesley."  

The little boy looked up at the sound of his name. "You forgot papa." A chubby fingers was pointed in Charlie's direction. 

"And this is Charlie Rhodes. Now we don't have to go all the way to the bakery." Despite having the past six years to try to explain their situation, it was still a little awkward. Society frowned upon women like her. Unmarried and a mother. Her only saving grace was that Charlie wanted anything to do with Wesley. He was such a good father. 

Charlie caught the scent of wolf and a few things fell into place in that moment. This was a wolf unaffiliated with their pack and a scent they'd all faintly caught around town before. "Giving a statement, Sadie?" He smiled at her. "About that deer, right?" Anytime there was a werewolf related kill the default was to claim it was a deer. It seemed to have worked well for them in the past to claim such.