The other wolf before him returned his greeting and introduced himself as Nirah. A yearling who hadn’t been here long, and appeared wouldn’t stay for long either. They were here for training? This caused Charlie to arch a brow. Well, if Nirah wanted training, he would find the best here at the Armada. Especially with his family holding some of the strongest ranks. “You’re in the right place for training for sure.” He assures him, gaze once more turning the rock. He notices that Nirah’s claws had receded back into his paws. Ahh, like his dad. That was interesting.
“You have claws like my dad. It makes sense to keep them sharp. They are weapons after all. Not sure if I’d have as much like doing that with my fangs.” He grins at that. He doesn’t mind that fact. “If you’re staying for training, maybe you’d like to do some with me? I’m… admittedly not as far along as some of my siblings, so I might not be quite what you’re looking for in a sparring partner, but I won’t make it easy on you!” His blue gaze dances with confidence. He was hoping Nirah could help build him up, and vice versa. He wanted to be strong, for himself and for the Armada, and while he looked to improve himself and his rank, he would not settle.
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.Mental health (particularly depression and anxiety) is extremely bad. Currently unable to handle IC conflict or conflict between characters, pack related or individual. I am struggling to post even simple things and will not be able to continue with thread if approached. Sorry for the inconvenience but I just can't right now.
