golden boys

Charlie had been snoozing, curled up in his den as he prepared his mind and body for another day in the Armada. He hadn’t set himself up with any particular goals in mind for the day, though the yearling knew he wanted work further on the skills he had. If he was lucky perhaps he could even get involved with one of the other members of the Armada and have them help him and, if not, there was always Silveris and Yorrick that would aid him. His companions had become quite good at working with the young wolf, and for that Charlie was grateful. He shifted on his bed, a small smile on his face as he dreamed, only to have that dream suddenly interrupted by the loud shout of one of his brothers.

Charlie shot to his feet, spinning towards his sibling with fangs bared as he came awake. At first his body prepared for danger, fur on end, but seeing Stratum there allowed the yearling to relax a little. Well, sort of. What was Stratum shouting so enthusiastically for? He blinked a little and yawned, shaking out his coat before trailing after his sibling. “Jeez Stratum, way to try and wake me up with a heart attack.” Despite his words Charlie couldn’t help but grin. Something had his brother in a good mood and for that the boy was grateful, grinning as well. “So what’s the plan then? Seems you have something on your mind.” He hopped towards his sibling, giving a playful swipe of a forepaw as his grin grew wider.

"Speech," 'Thought.'