Boartusk Heights the broken one

Apparently, many wolves knew about them, but not Charles. He shook this off easily enough and just nodded at the statement. There was a feeling - regret? - that she hadn't taken the bait when he challenged her on her statement of how well known they were. It didn't seem to prove the statement, to him, of how tough they all were. Then again, Leta had said that Osiris was nice and sweet and friendly and he had turned out to be a box of dicks, so maybe that didn't say much anyway.

Though he felt like a right idiot, Charles was glad that she explained about trades. She didn't really tell about the options, though — how would he know what to be? — and it sounded like a lot of work. His mother had never had trades, so they didn't seem so important, but apparently they were very important here. The coywolf wondered if there were any trades that involved stick-searching, but he stopped himself before he said it. It sounded like a dumb thing to ask.

When she walked away, Charles initially just stayed and blinked in confusion, but then realised he was (probably??) supposed to follow. He wasn't very good at catching these sort of invitations, but was luckily usually brazen enough to invite himself.

Charles had never heard of religion, and so he still did not understand what she meant. Religious, worship; they were words that he did not know very well at all. However, he'd already asked once, and the last he wanted was to look dumb because of all the questions he was asking, so Charles merely nodded. He licked his lips — an involuntary gesture born of hunger — when she mentioned that they had food. His thieving action on Redhawk Caldera had been a bust, so he was really hungry and could use the food. To get something offered would be great and was exactly what he needed.

Are there any trades for to find sticks? Charles asked ineloquently eventually. His tone was neutral and casual, though he watched her expression closely to see what she thought of this. He wondered idly what her name was again — Nala? Nina? — and realised he hadn't even given his own yet.