Cold North Winds

The meeting would be expected, and as it was called Charlie would rouse himself to answer the call. The wolves of the Armada were all his family, wolves he wanted to protect, and after his rank challenge with his father, Charlie saw the importance of bettering himself. Of getting stronger, doing better, so that he could be strong for his loved ones. Letting himself slack in training now could hurt those he cared for. Or worse. He had increased his training sessions with Yorrick, and he hadn’t told anyone, but soon he planned to step outside the Armada again. This time with only his companions. He would do whatever he needed to in order to make sure he would not have a repeat of what happened during his first rank challenge fight. As scary as that had been, true failure would be far more shattering.

Charlie would arrive at the meeting and find others already gathered. He would approach quietly, coming to sit near his siblings. There was room for others to sit when Andromeda and Crux arrived, and he’d offer nods of greeting to the ones present, and a soft woof of greeting to Kite, before shifting his gaze to his father and giving a respectful nod. Sirius had taught Charlie a lesson he never wanted to learn, a hard one, and though it had hurt, the yearling knew his father had done it because he loved his son, not because he wanted to hurt him.

"Speech," 'Thought.'