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There was a funny scent in the air, Charles realised as he wandered the territory of his new home. A scent that made him feel things. Mostly it made him feel uncomfortable; sort of as if he was supposed to feel something but he just wasn't getting it. Something other than uncomfortable, anyway.

He had an unheimlich feeling about him, as if something bad was going to happen. It caused a twist in his stomach. Charles was alert because of that, but not alert enough to notice the female's approach; only the scent encroaching on him. Every time he looked around he saw nothing.

At this point the coywolf felt as though something bad would happen for sure. Someone would come at him and tear him apart. A part of him longed for it to happen, especially because the anticipation of it happening was too much. It reminded him of.. of Osiris, of Riley, of Bronco's mom — of all these wolves who had threatened him but hadn't really hurt him.

The insisting urge to start chewing on himself and hurt himself was growing louder and louder. It brought him into his own head, and so by the time she pounced Charles had almost forgotten already about the feeling at the root of all of this: the scent and the impending feeling of doom.

When she pounced, he screamed a loud AHHHH! as he was completely caught unawares (even though he totally shouldn't have been). He definitely didn't fight back; instead, Charles limply fell to the ground almost as if she had tore his legs from underneath him, finding himself completely immobilised in the face of fear.