Stone Circle safe place

He stared out into the pack lands, not sure which of the many scenarios in his mind he was wishing or hoping for. Charles licked his lips nervously but when his bladder came to an end nobody showed up. He breathed a sigh of relief, but then when he heard Leta's distant Hiiii Charles jump-scared a little and he felt his hackles raise briefly.

As Leta came closer, so did Charles, wanting to get her away from the place of incident and the stone that still had the scent of his pee lingering around. He was rather ashamed of it now that it was all said and done and wasn't sure why he had done it. The Stone circle pack had always been good to him. What a douchebag he was. Hi, he said hastily as he came closer, pressing forward his large coyote-like ears.

Sticks? Ha ha, uh, yeah, I mean, not right here, but like, I could show you -- He was racking his mind where he had some good sticks, because usually he just chewed on them until they splintered and got rid of them. -- Sticks. Smooth, Charles, very smooth.