What It Means To Us

Charlie does not mourn the other predator’s life, but like his sister he does not want the bear to suffer either. Dangerous as it was, his gentle heart wants to see it end, and not just let the poor thing choke to death on its blood. Leo would mewl in response, letting them know it could be done. The bear grows weaker, now completely on the earth as its energy wanes. He gives a small nod to Andy before moving onto the other paw with the whole of his weight. A couple additional moments pass and the bear is gone, its last grunt passed its lips before it completely goes limp.

Charlie stepped back and let his gaze sweep over it. Their plan was coming to fruition, and after the necklace was made additional parts of the bear could be harvested over time for the Armada. The hide could make for additional furs for bedding or even scraps for cleaning. Its meat, while gamey, could be a source of fat rich food for their packmates. His blue gaze flicks back to his sister as she asks if he had the leather cord. “Go right ahead. I’ll get the cord and knife ready. Yorrick, you still have them, right?”” Charlie called to his companion, the fisher approaching.

He had the sheath of a knife resting across his side bound in the cord. Charlie would draw the knife from the sheath, intending to use the thin bladed object to pierce through each knuckle and thread the cord through them to make a necklace. Tying it would require some finagaling between the wolves and Silveris, who was small enough to grab the cord and pull it where they needed. The necklace was an important one. A gift that they wanted to make together. “Do you think he’ll like it?” Charlie asked his sister. The gift was important to them, but would it be as valued by the one it was for?

"Speech," 'Thought.'