Stone Circle Mud slipping and sliding.

Charles was coincidentally around when he heard Valette's voice -- who is ready for some fun -- and he genuinely didn't know what the word fun meant. Charles' vocabulary was rather underdeveloped as it was, anyway, because he had only had his aunt and mother and his aunt had shunned him, then died, and his mother did not seem to like him very much. She certainly didn't have a lot of fun, and so the word had simply never passed her lips towards him. If it had, he might have asked her what it was.

This piqued the coywolf's curiosity and so Charles headed over. He stared as Valette and one of the smaller pups slid down the hill and watched with mild confusion as he did so. He didn't ask the question on his mind though -- why tho?! -- and instead simply watched to see what would happen next.