I'm sorry I was gone

Charlie was a part of the Armada once more. He was home, and now like many of the pack he was needed to tend to a new territory and build it as part of their own. While he would miss the woods, the blight was too dangerous to risk keeping it. And there would be new memories to make here in the gorge. Perhaps he’d even meet new companions here, though no one would ever replace what Silveris and Yorrick had been to him. They had been family, and they were dearly missed. Much like those who he still knew were in the pack. Wyl, Andy… he had yet to meet up with them just yet. The last time he’d seen Wylan, he’d given him his dagger before the raid…

Poor kid… Charlie frowned as he wondered what his nephew thought had happened to him. They had been bonding prior to that, and then to have him disappear… The tawny wolf paused, gazing at the flicking water of one of the streams passing through the territory. What was he doing, sitting here waiting for? Wanting to waste no further time, Charlie tilted his head back and let loose a howl for the young winged wolf. Catching up would come first, figuring out where he could start building a bridge over the stream.

"Speech," 'Thought.'