By the water

At the request of Basilisk and Ignita, Charlie had gone to make a den for himself in one of the caves along the beach. It was different from what he was used to, the smell of the water making his fur prickle as he remembered the flood that had flashed through the Armada. It felt strange… to be home and yet to be distant from his packmates. He kept himself busy with checking fishing nets and, when he could, hunting game and leaving it on the outskirts of the Col for the rest of the pack. He prayed that the solution would be found soon. He wanted to see his family again, to know that they were alright.

That morning found Charlie by the water checking the nets. One of them had gotten tangled during the thrashing of some fish trying to get away, and Charlie stood in the water working to untangle it to reset it. His brow furrowed as he worked with his paws, a grunt of frustration passing his lips as his efforts seemed to make it worse. He hadn’t dealt with the nets before but was trying his best. Was there some trick to them that he wasn’t aware of? Ears flicked back as the fanged male took a step back.

“Maybe just a quick break…”

"Speech," 'Thought.'