What It Means To Us

In the end he wasn’t left waiting long. Not that Charlie ever expected Andy would keep him waiting. His sister was reliable, strong… and an inspiration. He meets her gaze with his own and offers a reassuring smile to her. If it wasn’t for her he would have never had the confidence to take on such a dangerous endeavor on his own… but he had found that he enjoyed trying to work with things. Working with his father on his weapon was a far more enjoyable task than he was expecting, and the moments to bond with him meant the world to the yearling. That was what made today just as special and important. They could do this, they would do this. Andy’s question is met with a firm nod.

“Together we can’t fail. With all of us here, we’ll be ready to face whatever comes.” He grinned as he spoke, gaze sliding to the pudgy cub rubbing against his legs. “Hey Leo,” He greets the cub. He can hear Silveris’ call pierce the air and hears Yorrick shift next to him. “She has found it.” The fisher rumbled, moving to start in that direction. “Do you kids have an attack plan? I can try to help get it on this part of the land if its on the island or in the water but… it will be hell to bring down.” Yorrick’s warning wasn’t wrong. They were targeting the most fearsome predator the north could offer outside their own kind, after all.

“Well… we’re probably better off wearing it down, looking for an opening to do a severe attack when we can. We don’t want to take extra risks…” Charlie glanced at Andy and his gaze softened. “Pretty sure none of our family need to worry about what happens if we mess up. So we won’t.” He gave a small nod, as if making it so.

“You’ve had more experience fighting Andy… do you have any other tips or tricks we should use to bring this thing down…?”

"Speech," 'Thought.'