Fox's Glade Get nothing done

Charles had a voice at the back of his head that sounded a lot like his own voice that told him to run, get out, now! But another part of him was just too intrigued, wondered what the stranger would do to him. Would he hurt Charles? Would he kill him? The thought was exhilarating and it was all consuming to think about. This was the closest the yearling had ever been to dying.

The stranger came closer, and Charles could feel his breath on his fur, sending another convulsion through his body and spine. When he finally spoke, it was in a hoarse, anticipating whisper: Are you going to kill me? What would it feel like to die?