The finer details

Charlie didn’t doubt that the weapon he’d chosen would be heavy. He might not have realized the difficulty it would pose his younger self to wield it, but the saber-toothed boy was determined to make it his. He wanted to be strong, to become an asset to the Armada and able to defend not only himself but his family, his pack. The loss of their mother, and that settling in that she really was gone had awakened a new sense within him. Before her passing he had a sense of wonder for the world around him but now he wanted to remain close to home for the most part. He wanted to be there for his family. And it started with outfitting himself for battle. He wouldn’t be able to wear the armor his mother had made until he was older. He wasn’t even a year yet but…

“Okay.” He turned his attention to the parchment that was laid out in preparation of the sketch. He took the charcoal carefully between his teeth and set to work. From what he could remember, the base of the weapon was long and fairly thin, made of wood with a bit of a thicker handle. It was wrapped in twine, which Charlie attempted to show by doing squiggling lines across the base. The head of the weapon was harder, with blades coming out in multiple directions and much more heft where they connected to the base of the weapon. It was hard for him to get it right - he was no artist - but when he finished Charlie pulled back, blue gaze flicking to his father.

“I want something that, as I grow older, will be easier for me to use, but will smash anyone who threatens the Armada.” The boy stated firmly. “I want to prove I’m worth the weapon. I… I think a lot of wolves could handle a small blade….” Charlie’s gaze was shining with determination. He would do whatever it took to become a proud warrior for their pack. When they came back he had made the decision that changes were coming for himself, and he intended to make good on that.

"Speech," 'Thought.'