Out with the old

To say that Charlie only grew more confused was an understatement. Kite was beyond angry… but why? He had never seen Bas lay a paw on her before, or anyone else in the pack. Had he missed something? Ears pinned against his head. “Kite, Dad passed the pack to him for a reason…” But if there was any chance of reasoning with his sister it was long gone. There was so much hate and malice… and she tore into the new Warlord as Charlie rose and hesitated on the sidelines. He loved his sister, but rather than offer an explanation or be reasonable, she fought… and Bas defended himself.

Charlie heard the snap of her leg and gave a whine, his head lowering as he watched Kite stagger back. There was no explanation for anything that had happened, and his gaze helplessly turned to Hazel and Basilisk, longing to understand… Was this Bas’ fault? Kite’s? He figured Andy would go after her, maybe Crux as well, but Charlie remained where he stood, almost as if he’d been physically stunned. “Did… did Kite have any reason to attack you?” He didn’t want to assume that their new Warlord was necessarily at fault, especially considering how little he’d been around Kite or Bas…

…he just wanted to try and make sense of what happened… and figure out what to do next.

"Speech," 'Thought.'