You have goat to be kiddin me

The information Deluge shared next did not help his feelings. The fact that their father told Dread to leave his name… Did Sirius consider his brother a traitor? Dread had been training to be a diplomat. There were more questions than answers at his paws. Yet, Charlie hesitated. He had always been one to want to see things with his own eyes. Was there some sort of worry about what might happen if he walked along with her? No, he realized. He was sure if Deluge meant harm she would not be as open about what had happened as she was now. There was information he was missing. He sighed again but then turned. The top of the rocks was just a few more hops up.

“I would rather avoid more conflict between our packs, Deluge… Or between the band you will lead. I’m not afraid to fight for the Armada, but not all problems need to be solved by spilling blood...” He would hesitate for a moment, but he’d turn back toward the rocks, making his way up. His brow was furrowed. He could see the trees, smell the pine and strange scents of the creatures below. He drew in a breath, managing a halfhearted smile as he glanced at her. “...Just two kids on a stroll.” Charlie agreed. He wasn’t sure if this was the best idea, but if he hesitated walking away, then there was a part of him that still wanted to move forward.

He would reach the top and peer down, a whistle leaving his lips as he looked at the trees. “A sea of trees… Never thought I’d see foliage from this angle before...” There was enough of a “smooth” area on the rock he was on to sit. It wasn’t perfectly comfortable, but he looked on across the island, toward the volcano in the center. “When I was younger, I wanted to see the world. There are so many beautiful things around us, things that others walk by every day and take no notice of. But… if they took the time to observe, not just look, they would start to notice so many layers to the things around us. There is always more than what we think there is.”

"Speech," 'Thought.'