Growing up, taking responsibility

There was no more time for conscious thoughts, only actions could serve him on the battlefield. But though Charlie was not plagued by thought, his fierce desire to keep his companion by his side spurned him now. He had to quash that doubt, push all hesitation to the side, and give everything. But not just for Silveris. This would prove to his father that he could be serious, that he would be able to handle himself AND keep his loved ones and pack safe. Yorrick and Silveris, despite the two of them being different species, had become part of him. He was sure that even though they were not fighting beside him his two companions willed him on. Their belief in him would give the yearling the strength to charge on.

His father was experienced, but knowing what was on the line, finding his resolve, Charlton would not allow himself to falter. His momentum led him, paw slamming down on his father’s toes and sliding back a little. He would keep it pressed down, claws attempting to dig into the flesh despite how dull they were compared to his father’s. This was the centerpoint of his attack, his guide. Even as Sirius countered, he needed to keep that focus. Jaws would slide, catching fur as Sirius clawed his stomach. Pain bloomed, but he would push through. He could tend to the cuts later. Sirius would not stop there, using his hip to bap into his muzzle, attempt to unbalance him and delay the boy’s attack. But Charlie wasn’t going to give in so easily this time.

No distractions. No hesitation.

Charlie stumbled a step back, balance compromised for the briefest of seconds, but the yearling fought to turn that into an advance as his weight went back. He’d let the weight fall into his hind legs and Charlie would then attempt his next move. The yearling aimed to lunge back toward Sirius’ back leg, seeking to once more bring his leading forepaw down in a stop on Sirius’ toes and worsen any bruising or other damage. This time he did not go for the wider area, but rather that soft, fleshy hanging area that connects Sirius’ leg to his stomach. He wanted a fang to piece through that and get the front of his teeth sinking into the thicker part of Sirius’ leg. His jaws were spread for the attempt as Charlie gave his all into this next, and possibly last, attack.

"Speech," 'Thought.'