What It Means To Us

He had talked it over with Andy and they had a plan. Charlie woke that morning and immediately slipped into the harness-like brace left to him by his mother. Once it was on him, however, the boy paused, frowning down at it. It had her mark… her sigil, she called it, right? He frowned as he looked down at it, ears lowering some. He missed Zee. He was certain that they all did. She was a good woman… and being without her was no doubt hardest on his father. Speaking with his sister, they commented on how much Sirius seemed to do for everyone. He was even helping Charlie build himself a weapon to use with modifications in mind so that he could add to its power and effectiveness when he was old and strong enough to do so. The feeling of wanting to do something special for him was the same… and so they laid out their plan.

After gathering his companions, Silveris and Yorrick, the yearling set off to where he’d meet his sister. It was a territory outside the Armada known as the Devil’s Spout. A dangerous location in winter, with the geyser going off, but now that it was spring it appeared to slumber. Considering the beast the yearlings planned to tackle they didn’t need anything else to add additional difficulty to their task. He arrived at the territory and had Silveris go ahead to scout for their quarry. With any luck the beast would have slipped off the icy island onto the mainland in search of prey. Only… it would be the one getting hunted. Charlie sat, curling his tail around his toes as he glanced over his shoulder back towards the Armada’s territory.

Hopefully Andy would be along soon.

"Speech," 'Thought.'