Broken Antler Fen That's just is

Charles decided to explore a little today, and he stumbled upon the fen. It wasn't the fen itself that interested him though, but the scent of a rabbit. He didn't have much trust that he would catch it (he'd learned a thing or two from some of the older wolves in Easthollow, but in general the wasn't very good at hunting), but it was worth a shot. The Glen didn't have many caches yet and he was hungry.

Instead of finding the rabbit, after following the trail for a short while Charles ran into someone else instead. A wolf, he thought, and one that looked remarkably like himself, except more so. He looked surprised, because he had never seen a coyote in his life. In surprise, Charles forgot all about the rabbit and explained: You look like me, but a lot more! He meant the large ears and sharp features, of course, which he had inherited from the coywolf father he didn't know even (had) existed.