Fox's Glade Get nothing done

Charles didn't understand why he didn't just go away! Charles honestly wished that he could, but in lack of such self control, instead he was at the mercy of the dark, dangerous stranger.

The stranger said he could make Charles go away -- well, if only! these wretched limbs still refused! -- and Charles just stared.

It wasn't until the stranger started to pant that Charles decided it was enough. He almost asked -- are you hot -- but instead, his legs suddenly started to work again.

Without waiting to see what the stranger would do the coywolf started to run, run, run out of there and home as fast as his legs could carry him.