Wylan had been there to see his grandfather off, and then he had snuck out to follow the cart a little ways away. He was a little surprised that no one had noticed him, and super impressed with himself. But he didn’t want to get too far away, and he knew that if his grandfather caught him he’d be in a lot of trouble.

So, inevitably, he turned around and came back. Only, the scene he encountered was far different to the scene he had left behind. He smelled blood… was Basilisk bleeding? Why were people yelling, and being all mad? He was just in time to see Crux storm off, and then Charlton, who seemed super sad and upset, left as well. He was too young to know that having favourites wasn’t a good thing. But Charlie was his favourite. He chased after the older wolf with determination, his wings snapping in and out at his side as he leaped after him. “Charlie, Charlie, come back!” He cried out, determined to make his Uncle happy again.


"Wylan Fatalis"

His emotions were a wreck… the initial outburst of anger had quickly given way to the sadness and hurt. He didn't know what Azure had done to his siblings… and no one told him. He didn't know if they had told Sirius directly either… had they? But why hadn’t they told him? Why was it every time he tried to be around them he felt like they weren't happy with his presence? What had he done wrong…? Throughout much of his life he had primarily hung out with Andromeda and his father… Was it wrong to have faith in the man when had been one of the few constants in his life?

Tears rolled down Charlie’s cheeks. His family was falling apart and he had been left out of the loop. He didn't know anything, and when he tried to ask, tried to understand, he had been ignored and brushed off in favor of violence. And now, despite the fact there could have been an explanation and a proper challenge for Warlord, everything had gone to shit. His heart hurt. Would he be the only one to stay in the Armada after this…?

His steps slowed, ears catching the sound of his nephew calling after him. He stopped but Charlie didn't turn around. “N-now isn't a good time, Wyl…” Heaven forbid he drag his nephew into the knowledge of what had happened. He sighed heavily, rump lowering to the earth and his shoulders slumped. He didn't know what to think anymore…

"Speech," 'Thought.'

“Charlie-charlie?” He said, coming to a stop behind the older wolf. His wiggly tail slowed a little, and he tilted his head. Pairing up at the wolf who he had looked up to all his life. He was already big now. It seemed like only a few days ago he was riding around on Charlie’s back. But he was probably too big for that now.

He stepped a little closer, raised a paw, and pushed Charlie’s tail. Making it swing back and forth behind the older wolf. Expecting Charlie to turn around, he pulled a face, and wiggled his head back and forth, trying to get a laugh.


"Wylan Fatalis"

Wylan, bless the kid, wasn’t one to give up easily. He would mess with Charlie’s tail, making it swing, and the wolf’s expression managed to soften slightly. It was hard to focus on his negative emotions with such a wolf close by. Wyl had always been a source of positivity, of innocence that Charlie was grateful for. He turned his head to look at his nephew and couldn’t help but feel his lips tug up at the face his nephew was making. His nose wrinkled and his eyes briefly closed as he gave a snort of amusement. “Wyl, what are you doing?” It seemed that the yearling was bound and determined to note let him be down. Charlie supposed he needed that… figuring out his feelings with Crux and where everything went wrong while things were still raw would be no good. He shifted a little, managing a small smile. “No moping allowed?” He asked softly, playfully shoving his nephew’s shoulder with a paw. "Speech," 'Thought.'