Broken Antler Fen That's just is

Charles rejected Draper's quite clear coyote-ness, and he couldn't help but wonder what his mother had told him. I most certainly am a coyote, and I'm sure all your pack mates would agree with me. Wolves and coyotes just... don't get along most of the time. We're competitors. That made him wonder how Charles got along with his pack. Then again, his mother probably protected him from the worst of it, based on their current conversation.

I gotta scram, kid. Maybe I'll swing back through this way in a little while... and after you've told all your friends you met a big bad coyote who didn't try and eat your face. He didn't wait around to hear any of Charles's last words. The longer he stuck around, the more likely it was this kid's guardians would show up and assume the worst. Draper wanted to avoid that kind of confrontation.

He bolted, zipping his way north.

Last from me! They'll have to meet again soon. <3