Bear with me

Charlie had followed after his father when he realized that Sirius was leaving the Armada lands. The tawny yearling had been busying himself, from trying to salvage what herbs they could in the woods that weren’t killed off in the frost, hunting small game, patrols, he was busy. He took time to rest when he could get his mind to slow down, but the tragedy of the flood had him even more proactive than before. He could only assume his father was out to gather much needed resources for the pack. They had lost so much of value… herbs, food… even furs to keep the sick warm and comfortable. But man, for a wolf of his age his father was still as nimble as ever. Charlie would laugh at anyone calling the Warlord old. He was sure his father could put any younger wolf in their place.

His father would pause outside a cave and Charlie’s ears perked forward. He had picked up the scent of another predator as he trailed after Seer, and he realized as he drew closer that his father was purposefully seeking the other predator out. Its meat would be rich with fat. They needed it. His paws could be heard crunching the snow, his body slipping into a defensive stance as he moved forward. A low growl, to alert his father that he was there, was given. He wore the brace from his mother, blue gaze narrowed. When the bear came out, he would be ready to aid his father in taking it down.

"Speech," 'Thought.'