The things we can build

Charlie had been doing a bit of everything that he could. He’d tried to find some herbs for Andy, and had been helping with clearing away debris and cleaning up their living areas where the waters had receded. He worried for others who had gotten injured too, and his heart hurt for those they lost to the waters that night. So much destruction in the blink of an eye. His companions had thankfully been away when the flood occurred, harm not coming to either of them, but it didn’t make what had happened any easier to bear. Charlie was tired, especially since he had been running out of the Armada to find what supplies he could find. He knew his father would be working hard too, and so when Charlie heard the Warlord call for him he shifted his path from a patrol in the woods back to the Col.

The yearling would find his father at their food stores, with materials set to the side to build and the flooring sanded and patted down. He would greet his father with a gentle smile and a wag of his tail, coming up beside the warlord without complaint. “It is looking better already. Slowly coming back to what it once was.” A bit of encouragement, something they both needed to hear. “We gonna work on some new shelves I’m assuming?” He asked, keeping the tone light.

"Speech," 'Thought.'