What hurts the most

When a voice answered, it came from behind him. The tawny wolf would turn, concern crossing onto his features. His father looked more worn down than normal, and immediately his ears would fall. The incident with Dread had shaken his father. A wolf he thought unmoveable twice in his life. The first time he saw him falter was when his mother had died. Charlie frowned. Avoiding the subject wouldn’t help them… but guilt welled up in his gut as he looked at the Warlord. His gaze fell, much like the manner of a pup that knew that he had done wrong. But he was Sirius’ pup, wasn’t he? He was older now, but he was still a child of the Warlord. He drew in a breath, and began to speak.

“I went to Atlantis Island earlier today. I met someone there…” He lifted his gaze. He was hurting. His dad was hurting. “I’ve noticed you’d been different, and that one of my siblings hasn’t been around. I… She told me you and Dread got into it. And that you stabbed her.” He did not use Deluge’s name. Nor did his body language change. “I know you well enough to know it would not be without reason…” A whine passed his lips.

“I trust my family before I trust those you’ve said are an enemy of the Armada. Please dad, tell me what happened…” If they had enemies, they had done something to become enemies, right? But then why would Dread…?

"Speech," 'Thought.'