Bramblepoint Lost... Again.

Charles decided he needed a little bit of time away from the territory of his pack. Maybe not being around the scents of the object of his... fascination, at the very least, would help him a bit. He had left Firefly Glen to check out the nearby forest. Once he got there, Charles realised it was very brambly, which he wasn't all too excited about. It reminded him of someplace. Had he been here before? Soon, Charles realised that what he was thinking about was the glade near Easthollow, where he'd met the weirdo that had scared him a lot. This place had an equally eerie atmosphere about it, or was he just imagining that because the glade had left such an impression on him?

The yearling coywolf heard some crunching nearby and he flinched. Large ears perked up and he turned them towards the direction of the sound, where he saw someone on the ground. By the looks of it, someone roughly his own age, who was staring around like he sure hoped nobody had seen him take a tumble.

Charles trotted towards him, no longer afraid now that he realised there was no one around except someone who looked more lost than him. Looking for something? Charles asked, his body neutral and a cheeky grin on his face, as if to say that he'd seen the whole tumble and everything and he wasn't afraid to use it against this dude if it came to that.