Stone Circle We survived the Famine!

Yes, mama, Charles said with a sulky expression on his face. He glared at Louie, who didn't really seem to pay Laurel's commands much head as he just continued to gnaw on Charles' ear with far too much force. Ow, quit it! he yelped, but when he got another glare from Laurel Charles decided to just take the beating and try to fight Louie off, though rather unsuccessfully so, and suck up the pain.

When they reached the meeting Charles' eyes fell on Leta. His tail waved and his large coyote-like ears -- one still covered in Louie's saliva and teeth marks -- flopped up towards her. Hey Leta! he called out with a toothy grin. He tried to look cool -- she was his only friend and he intended to keep it that way -- but looked rather awkward instead, being young and unsure of himself.

Charles turned to Valette to listen to what she had to say. A real hunt?! Charles felt nervous but he was also looking forward to it all. The rush of the hunt, of running with the pack, of everything. It was gonna be so cool! Hey mama, which of us-- But as he turned around, Laurel was gone, and Charles was left standing with Louie amongst the adults. Well, shit. He didn't know any of them well enough to ask them, and was kinda scared of Valette. What to do now?