What's Happenin'?

After previously going on a patrol with Hazel in the market, Charlie had decided that he would go on one with his companions and start stepping up to help the Armada in whatever way he could. His ears perked forward as his bright blue gaze flicked across the market goers. His pace was relaxed, steady, easy. Yorrick wore a serious face at his side, the fisher determined to ensure that everyone was behaving. Luckily it seemed that they didn’t need to worry. Unlike when he had been with Hazel everyone seemed to be on their best behavior and being appropriate. Charlie was grateful for that.

While he wouldn’t mind stepping up for the sake of the Armada, he would prefer to not have to worry about doing so. His paws carried him forward and, catching sight of one of his older sister’s pups, Charlie arched a brow. What was he doing in the market by himself? It was a little worrying, but the child was still in the Armada, and Charlie would fight to ensure his safety. He approached the kid, offering a grin as he spoke. “First time at the market?” He asked. Yorrick had drifted away from him, keeping an eye on things with Silveris while their wolf companion got to talk to his nephew.

"Speech," 'Thought.'