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'Many years' was Charles' entire life. He sure hoped he never got this stuffy, where he didn't even know what it was like to have fun. The coywolf scoffed at the sentiment. Then he was asked what he would suggest. There were a lot of things you could do for fun, of course. Charles himself was not that good at it. He remembered that he had stood atop the hill where Valette had slid down feeling weird, but when they had started to slide down, it was actually fun.

Since then he realised that having fun was actually something that was, well, great! He was still trying to catch up on his joyless youth, now.

Now, what should they do? Charles just wanted to get away from the pile of bones, really. Uh... We can run, or have a water fight, or find some good sticks, or whatever we want, the coywolf said in the end, and he decided to start with a run as he nipped at Veon's shoulder and then took off into the territory, unless other things were suggested.