Boartusk Heights the broken one

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Charles felt his gut clench when someone approached him just as he was taking a little breather. The way she walked reminded him of Bronco's mother, and that wasn't a good thing. She pointed out that he was running away; he didn't like that, because running seemed to be the only thing he was good at. And that wasn't exactly a good thing.

Immediately the coywolf defensively said, No, and he took a few steps back while he observed her dominant posture and raised tail. What do you care? He eyed her warily, afraid she might respond poorly to anything about him; his pointed coyote-like ears, the wounds on the bridge of his nose -- they looked more like some kind of rash or irritation, since he'd scratched his nails across until the skin eventually broke -- or just generally being ugly trash. Could he make a fresh start again with her, like he had with Bronco and Lunaria and Dhalia in Firefly Glen? Maybe if he hadn't just been run out, if his head didn't still pound from hitting himself...

But as things are, Charles' confidence was running low. The smacking of his lips and his tail that was tucked between his hind legs were subconscious signs of submission that showed as such. His raised hackles and the fire in his eyes when he asked his question were the only sign of fight left in him right now.