Boartusk Heights the broken one

Seemed pretty regular wolf stuff, to Charles. He remembered watching the wolves of Easthollow tear someone apart. It had filled him with a strange, unconformable feeling inside to watch it, even though he had been on the right side of the fight. Anyway, he nodded. Yeah, that's cool. I can do all that stuff. Charles flashed her a grin -- it was clearly meant to be charming, cool, or both -- as he said it.

He could not help but wonder, How many wolves have you killed? Meanwhile, he was already coming up with a lie in case she'd return the question, since his own resume wasn't very impressive.