Pookie sat up as he listened to Charlie, a disappointed look coming over him. "How bad is it?" he asked in a concerned tone. "There are many options, but mother will notice." the bear added as he scooted himself closer to the fox.<br/><br/>"Perhaps, can tell her it came from ball..." he suggested as he reached out the last bit of distance and pulled Charlie to him. With a smile he cradled Charlie and lifted his shirt to reveal the bruise. "Best to say it was ball." he said with a faint bit of teasing.