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It seemed kinda weird that this stranger would be so focussed on his heritage, Charles thought. He blinked as the dark presence asked where his father was after suggesting that his father had 'coyote' in him. Whatever that was. Charles was kinda done answering questions here, but he also knew that not answering questions might be met with violence. Then again, he was a pretty fast runner, so maybe he could just run away, or accept the punishment.

In the end, he just answered. I don't have a father. Charles didn't really know a lot about how pups were made and he didn't realise that he must have a father somewhere. Where's your father? he echoed, his voice with an edge of sarcasm, as though he was trying to show how stupid the question was. And why's it matter what my ears is sized like? He hadn't been met with a lot of coyote-related violence yet, so he had no idea why anyone might even care (other than Brouhaha, but she was peculiar, anyway).