Stone Circle sticks

All he wanted was some damned food. Was that really too much to ask for? Charles frowned down at the stick and sighed loudly and dramatically. Maybe in hopes someone would hear. Maybe in hopes someone would care, because it seemed that life was just full of assholes who didn't care.

The sound of his brother's approach didn't go unnoticed to Charles. He'd learned from a young age that he was smaller, rankier and weaker than them. He hadn't even wanted the stick in the first place, and even though Riley's possessive look made Charles kinda want the stick after all, he valued his skin much more than this stupid stick that wasn't a snake. There wasn't any energy left in his body to fight, anyway.

Charles threw the stick on the ground and lowered his body. He crawled back a few steps with his head and tail low in silent defeat, clearly not looking for a fight.