You have goat to be kiddin me

As Deluge answered him Charlie signed. "That's why I don't like the idea of it. Not everyone will get along, but it seems like there is always someone who takes it too far, regardless of the side. I don't mind fighting, it can be fun and challenging sometimes. One of my favorite moments in my life right now is taking down a polar bear with my sister. I just… I want my loved ones to come home in one piece at the end of it." He wasn't a coward. He'd fight if necessary, and sometimes just to better himself. He could enjoy it, but seeing his packmates or loved ones hurt didn't sit well with him. Still, Charlie mulled over her words and the actions he knew had occurred between Deluge, Dread, and his father.

For the moment he would allow his mind to focus on what was before then. She'd bump his shoulder and the yearling blinked, surprised, but found a small smile slipping onto his lips. "Yeah, it is." Maybe they weren't so different in some ways. She seemed nice enough. Open minded… it made sense why Dread might find her company pleasant. Even as his emotions started to settle, Charlie was finding himself getting comfortable around her too. His guard lowered… he might not have agreed with her methods of trying to get Dread to hang out away from the Armada but… she definitely seemed to care about his brother.

"It might. I don't think it's active, but I'm not sure how that changes how it works." He fell quiet for a moment, brow furrowing in thought. He'd glance back to the Armada, in part to ensure no one was coming after them on the rocks before looking at the girl beside him again. "Deluge… if… if I change my mind… will I be safe at the Raider's Hallow to visit Dread?" He wanted to meet her gaze.

"I'm going to need time to process this, and talk to Dad but… it would only be fair if I come to talk to Dread too. Besides that, if you guys were as evil as others make you sound, we wouldn't be sitting here sharing the sights. I want to see what they are like for myself." His ears lowered. "...and… I'm sorry about my dad stabbing you." His gaze fell. He hadn't been the one to urge the Warlord's actions but his loyalty to the Armada could blind him. It was why he wanted time. In the moment, it was easy to become emotionally reactive. He wanted to talk to Dread with a clear mind and heart.

"Speech," 'Thought.'