Hideaway Strath screaming at the top of your lungs

no problem at all <3

Charles couldn't tell what she thought of his confession; if she thought anything at all, he certainly could not tell. The coywolf blinked as she asked if it was a problem. Well, yeah? He was going to be — Well, one of the problems was that he wasn't really sure what he was going to be. He didn't have a father himself. He had never even wondered who his father was, until now, kind of, as he hadn't even known how children were made until, well, instinct took over.

Will it change anything? A good question, and not knowing the answer to it was precisely one of the things that left Charles worried.

... Will it change you?

Charles frowned, and he earnestly admitted: I... don't know. And that was the exact source of all his worry.