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His initiation of play was positively received. Charles could hear Vein's heavier footfalls follow him. The coywolf used his size and talent for picking up speed and dashing — one of his few qualities, Charles felt — to an advantage, though he made sure to always leave enough space for Vein to catch up again. It was kind of fun just to run. The thought of being captured was daunting though, which was perhaps why Charles always made sure to stay ahead. Something in his brain warned him of the dangers of when the game ended. Perhaps because he had often ran and hid from Mother when she was in one of her moods.

Moments before it seemed that Vein was somewhere not too far behind him, but then suddenly he seemed to be gone. In the distance he heard the call of his name — it was only then that Charles realised Vein was gone at all — and his body took another few seconds to pick up and grind him to a halt. The coywolf looked over his shoulder and he turned around in the direction he came from.

There he found Vein stuck between two trees. It was quite a funny sight, honestly, and Charles didn't instantly think that it might be dangerous. He hadn't quite caught any panic that Vein might have expressed yet. Wow, you was desperate to catch me, right? The coywolf said with a toothy grin, and then he walked up to Vein. Despite not seeing any danger or harm in it, the coywolf did figure that they needed to get Vein out of here, somehow.