first patrols

Charlie had felt like… he wasn’t entirely sure where to begin with things. He had been working on a weapon with his father, trying to spend some time with Andy, and even began dabbling in some training with his older sister Gossamer, but overall? He felt like he should be doing more. That wasn’t necessarily wrong, given the ethics of the Armada, but the yearling was lost on where to really dig in. He needed to sharpen his skills, maybe interact with his packmates more. He thought back to the beach and how he’d seen some nets there. Were fish hard to catch, he wondered? He’d had a fondness for birds when he was younger, but now that he had Silveris as a companion he was less keen on hunting others of her kind… Still, there had to be a good point to start somewhere, right? He knew he enjoyed the concept of designing weapons, maybe he could look further into that with guidance of his father and their blacksmith? Or…

A call reached him and Charlie turned his head in that direction. Huh, that was a voice he didn’t know well. He’d heard her around the pack of course, at the very least he’d know his fellow members in passing. Curious as to what she might seek him for, Charlie set off at a jog. He had almost reached the woman by the time Silveris joined him, the shrike winging down to land on the boy’s shoulders. Tipping his head respectfully to the femme, he realized he wasn’t sure what her name was… or that she actually wasn’t that much older than him. Hmm, whoops!

“Hello there, uh…” He offered her an apologetic look. “Sorry… I know you’re one of the ones that patrols often, but I’m not familiar with your name, miss…” His ears lowered slightly in embarrassment. This was a great start to encounter, wasn’t it? Well, hopefully he hadn’t soured their time together before it even began.

"Speech," 'Thought.'