Stone Circle I smell children

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And he stood and watched as they dove onto the trespasser. You pup-napping terrorist trash, he heard West shout at the stranger. Charles didn't know what pup-napping was, nor terrorist. Trash was a bad thing, he thought, because sometimes mother would say that he was trash, when she was in a bad mood. The coywolf yearling awkwardly stood at a distance. He wasn't sure if he was supposed to also attack, but he wasn't sure there was space for him to, even if he had wanted to. And she seemed to be on the way out, anyway. He didn't think there would be much he could do.

Idly he fantasised what it would be like to try and trespass. He didn't want to die, although he didn't think dying would be too bad, either. It wasn't like living was great. If he chose to die, then maybe it would not be so bad. But maybe they would only hurt him, too, and he could get away. When would you decide to run after trespassing? Was it before or after the first blow? Should you try to escape right away, or wait for the first nibble? What if you were too fast and they didn't manage to hit you at all? It would be exciting, kind of, but it wouldn't hurt very much, and hurting was... Bad, he supposed, but at the same time...

Feeling mixed about watching another wolf get torn to shreds while she tried to leave, Charles' ear twitched as he watched, his expression fairly blank. He wondered what a terrorist was. He wondered what pupnapping was. Something with pups? Was this about the pup that had wandered off?

Charles blankly stared at what happened while he tried to process it all, not sure what was expected of him or why everyone but him seemed to feel the pull of the pack as they all came together and went after this one wolf.