By the water

A call from Basilisk brought Charlie’s attention to the Warlord. Ears pricked forward, the tawny wolf pulled himself away from the nets to greet him. A small nod was given, a light smile on his maw. “Bas,” He greeted his nephew softly. “It is good to see you again. How has everyone been fairing?” He worried for the rest of his packmates, and about the blight that they had been suffering from. Were they recovering okay? Were there still others that were badly sick? Not knowing had troubled him a great deal, and only keeping his paws busy served as a distraction. But with Bas here now… was that to bring good news about the pack? He could certainly hope so.

"Speech," 'Thought.'