Otter Creek i hate everything about you

The coywolf halted and lifted his head when he saw someone approach. His tail twitched nervously as he watched her approach him, his body tense even though hers was completely calm. She was slender, though she lacked the narrow snout and large ears that he had, so she was probably just a wolf. Charles didn't think there was a difference 'til he'd joined the Saints. He always just thought he was a wonky wolf. Turned out he was part scavenger instead. It was still a tough truth to accept, though it explained a lot about his nature; he mostly scavenged, since he was a pisspoor hunter still. He'd never been taught, after all.

Uh, hi, he responded to her pleasant greeting. I guess. He sounded very non-committal on that, as if he hadn't given it much thought yet that it could be a nice place to be. To him, it was mostly a place that held a lot of memory. He'd been threatened here. And it had made him feel so alive.

He didn't yet notice the other wolf who was looking at them. Charles' mouth hung ajar as though he wanted to say something else to the pleasant girl. Do you know Ramesses, perhaps, but he couldn't bring himself to say the words. He didn't truly want to know the answer. He didn't know what he wanted, was perhaps his problem.