Hideaway Strath screaming at the top of your lungs

Charles' mind went into that place where it seems like everything is going very fast, and at the same time very slow. He had all the time in the world to think about everything — his fear, how idiotic he must look, how they were only playing, how he should do something! — and where everything was going too fast for him to really do something. Before he knew it, it was over. There was no impact.

The thought of being hurt rolled over Charles in waves. The thought of hurting himself plagued him, and he swallowed thickly as he tried to push it away. He kept his eyes clenched shut but when her voice broke the tension, the coywolf looked up at her.

He could see that she was.. well, something. Worried? Appalled? Disgusted by his weakness? Charles swallowed thickly and he forced a grin onto his face as he found some semblance of control over his body and mind. Yeah, it's — uh, no big. Charles quickly forced himself to his feet. Legs were still trembling. He looked away in shame while he pondered whether he should ask her if she wanted to play more. The fear was gone, now replaced with only the shame and the growing desire to hurt.