Stone Circle little einstens

Charles wasn't very used to being howled for. At first he thought it might be another meeting, but then he realised it was just for him. He didn't remember anyone ever howling just for him, except maybe his mother when he was little; but that was more a vague memory than something he actively thought of as a possibility, now. Is that for me? he asked his mother, and she snarled at him and snapped her teeth shut close to his nose. She was in a bad mood, he supposed. He knew he shouldn't ask dumb questions, but he couldn't help himself. Charles lingered a bit longer as he tried to decide whether to stay around for punishment or go find Leta while a growl bubbled up in his mother's throat, and when she lunged forward to snap at his nose Charles turned around and swiftly ran off. He felt her teeth clip against his haunch as he turned around.

When he arrived Charles pressed forward his large ears and looked at Leta, who seemed to be having a rather big stick. Did she want to go on stick finding adventure again? 'Sup Leets. Charles didn't mind spending time with Leta, who was his only friend anyway.