You have goat to be kiddin me

She spoke, telling him that he talked more than Dread did. That was true. He had a tendency to let his thoughts run alongside his emotions. She introduced herself as Deluge, the daughter of… ah… Charlie’s expression faltered more then. Still, he gave a small nod to the information. “Deluge… I am Charlton Fatalis. Pretty obvious who my dad is since you know my brother.” He let his gaze shift to the rocks. He felt a knot in his stomach, uncertainty rising within. Still, he listened to her speak. A story had more than one side, didn’t it? Even if the raiders were their enemies, he wanted to know what was going on. Why he felt his gut twist as it was… Charlie would move slowly after Deluge, letting his blue gaze flick back to her. The information she gave about Dread, and the fact his father had injured her. His ears fell further.

“I’ll be honest with you, I don’t have all the details. I know the Armada and the Raiders, well, the pack you guys once were, are enemies. Still are? I doubt that helped things.” He averted his gaze. “...my father has always tried to build us up. Even when he was hurting, he offered what support he could. He’s not perfect, and no wolf is.” The loyalty to Sirius was clear in his voice. “I’m not saying that stabbing you was the right action. But I know my dad would fight for any of us to keep us safe. He’d give his life for ours.” Charlie stopped and lifted his gaze back to Deluge.

“I appreciate the offer, but I’m going to politely decline.” He drew in a breath. He needed to head home. He needed to get his head straight and talk to his dad. He could feel his heart pull in his chest. “...If Dread has chosen to stay with you, I can only hope that decision makes him happy.” A pang in his chest. He had always believed that his family would stay together. Had that hope been a lie? A shattered dream since the death of their mother? They were already down one… and now Dread. Charlie turned.

“It may be better for you to make the rest of the climb yourself. From what I could make out from Silveris’ speech, there is a forest beyond the rock before you reach the volcano.” Though he spoke, he felt like it was hard to move. Should he be angry? Sad? The emotions were mixed up in his head. His father would have reacted to protect Dread, right? Couldn’t his brother see that? But it wasn’t like Charlie knew what it was like to know someone outside the pack either. He took a step the way he had come. Would she keep climbing? Or would she call to him as he walked away?

"Speech," 'Thought.'