Broken Antler Fen That's just is

The other had been on his own for some time, and Charles nodded. He already thought that the stranger didn't smell a lot like other wolves. Funny. Charles couldn't imagine being all alone out there, really; though in part, this was also because he was not very good at surviving alone. He was bad at hunting and relied largely on packs' resources, not really contributing enough to fully support himself -- at least when it came to food and hunting.

He nodded in response. Yeah. It's down in Firefly Glen. Charles vaguely gestured in its direction. He wondered then, Are you looking for a pack? He knew very little about coyotes -- so little, in fact, that he did not know they existed or were not wolves -- but he found it curious that someone who seemed sociable enough would live on their own. And maybe it would be nice to have another prodigiously eared wolf around.