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The coywolf quivered after he hit the ground in anticipation of the violence that would no doubt found its way to him now. Was this the end? Did he welcome it, or did he fear it? Charles was not too sure himself.

Confusion filled him when he realised she was laughing and then licked his ear. A different sort of sensation than what he expected -- and a part of him, perhaps, hoped for -- and it left his brain feverish with a desire for something darker to happen to him. It wasn't that he enjoyed the pain; it was just that his youth had wired his brain so that this was what was expected, what he deserved, and in some way, what he needed. The urge to repeat what he had done outside Redhawk Caldera - to tear his own face apart - was overwhelming, but he distracted himself with his present company.

She seemed in much higher spirits. Again? he asked, clearly confused. There went all his intentions to come off as the cool boy in this new pack, just like he had pulled off in Firefly Glen.

Get yourself together, Charles! he berated himself inwardly. Then he turned to the girl, who seemed bubbly and excited, and said, Yeah, sure, I'm always up for some uh, for a fight. He grinned as charmingly as he could muster, hoping he had her fooled, at least.

Fake it till you make it, after all.