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The scent was spread all around him, but it only further fueled his frustration and the uncomfortable feeling that he was the only one not part of some sort of inside joke. He suddenly realised that his mother had smelled like this year past, and she had attacked him for even coming close to her; she'd been in a much worse mood than usually. Perhaps that's why it made him feel so uncomfortable and, in some way, afraid.

This wolf was nothing like that, though; if anything, the opposite. She was extremely friendly and playful and all grins. Charles was beginning to calm down from being pounced so suddenly, and when she said that he should catch her, he grinned a lopsided grin and said, Yeah, sure, I'll come catch you! Having no idea of the implications such words might have.

The coywolf wagged his tail amicably and seemed to suddenly turn around again in terms of mood as he dashed after her. He wasn't good at a whole lot of things, but he was a pretty decent runner. Charles didn't realise there might be any danger if any other dudes caught wind of this scent (after all, it wasn't particularly enticing to him and certainly didn't give him the humps) and he happily followed after, a goofy but confident grin on his face.