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Charles blinked owlishly when War just answered 'no'. He wasn't too good at small talk, or talk in general, but he knew that it was impolite to just say no when someone talked about the view being good. What a rude bitch. The coywolf did not share any of those thoughts, of course. He didn't want to get pummeled, and she already looked at him like she was going to tear him a new one.

'Spar' was a word he had learned in his time at the Saints and he knew the answer to that well enough. No, I— but before he could politely decline, War was already lunging towards him. Charles tried to dash out the way, but he was so completely caught off-guard that he was too late. As War's much larger body collided with his Charles curled up into a ball, paws over his face, and he loudly screamed SORRY!, even though he was unsure what it was exactly that he'd done wrong to deserve this. All he knew was that he wanted it to stop.

What was wrong with this pack?!