The flood had come and gone, and with it had come a lot of devastation… and many tasks that had needed to be done. The Armada had been working on rebuilding throughout the winter and even now there was more to be done. The dens needed restoring and, more than that, they had to prepare on the off chance that something like this happened again. The flood, the waters crashing through the Armada… Charlie had been terrified. So terrified to lose members of their pack. And yet, in the end… they had still lost wolves. One of his family members had almost been among them. His nephew, Wylan, had gone down into the water. If he hadn’t been there, if he hadn’t seen the boy, his life could have been lost.
At the moment Charlie had been terrified. Holding Wylan as the waters continued rushing by that night… he hadn’t been sure if he was going to make it. And then later, seeing Ruga and Keahi’s bodies… he hadn’t known them well, but their loss was felt by those in the Armada. Even now, as they continued to live on, Charlie reflected on what had happened. It had distracted him from the task his father requested of him to move up to the rank of Master Of Arms. He still wanted to craft something with Wylan, that hadn’t changed, but he didn’t want to rush the boy’s recovery… and had in truth worried about getting to see him for fear his condition may have worsened… that… that his attempt to save his nephew had been in vain.
Having a life in your paws was something Charlie had never experienced before. It had been scary, so scary to know that your actions could have been the deciding factor. He had made his way to the beach, alone, walking down towards the water with a thoughtfulness in his gaze. Spring had come, and with it he hoped to continue helping to build the Armada back up. The stores still needed restocking… and maybe seeing about finishing the mace with his father would be a good idea. A weapon could potentially make the task of taking things down easier. Not to mention… he hadn’t forgotten his desire to go speak with Dread.
Deluge had expressed interest in making a band, and Charlie had little doubt his brother would go with her. He wanted to catch them before they were gone, before things got more complicated. Would he get to see his brother again? Would his father reach out to him? His ears flicked back. He could hope so… especially now that they were two. They… they were adults now… a sigh left Charlie’s lips.
So many things had changed in such a short amount of time…
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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.
