Lion Head Mesa shaduf [m]

Do you want to be here?

A question that was too difficult for Charles to answer. He wasn't sure what was going on with him. He just knew that he didn't like feeling.. rejected. Yes — no — I don't know... It was complicated. Ramesses terrified Charles, but something about that precisely drew him towards the man. Maybe because he knew that he did not deserve a good life. The danger appealed to him because he knew it would bring him to the pain that he deserved to have; the pain that made him feel safe, like back home with his mother.

I want the food and the safe, he brought out. Being a prince sounded good, but Charles had zero confidence that he would manage to rule his own pack in any way. If you want me to marry with a woman for to get that, I can do that.

Come here. The coywolf knew he should not indulge Ramesses when he was beckoned, but he was like a fly drawn to honey. Breathlessly he got up and stumbled towards Ramesses; it was clear from the way that he waddled that perhaps he had eaten his berries too quickly. Charles sat down beside Ramesses, their hairs barely touching; the closest he dared to get.