Growing up, taking responsibility

He was a yearling now and for Charlie that meant the world. He still had much to learn compared to the rest of his siblings, but he had been dabbling in patrols, fight training, and even a different sort of skill in helping Isa cook for the pack. But the boy knew that as a yearling now there would be more expectations placed on him. He needed to be more proactive in the pack, and work towards bettering himself for the Armada. Patrols and such were great, but he needed to find his place among the ranks. And he had decided today was the day he would officially ask his father for his placement test. He had slipped into his chest piece, gathered up Yorrick and Silveris, and made his way out of the dens in the Col. He was sure he had enough skill to at least get the basic fighting rank. But would his father agree? Would he have seen that Charlie was trying to make the right efforts? If not, the yearling was sure his father would instruct him on how to achieve that. He came to a stop in an open area of the Col and tilted his head back, requesting his father’s presence.

"Speech," 'Thought.'