Bright and early with the rising sun, he plodded through the Warrens in search of his doppleganger brother. In many ways they were eerily similar looking, though Charlie wore far more white in his coat. That may well have been the only thing setting them apart in the early days, both being pudgy blond puppies with hints of teal saddles. Today was Charlie's day, where Stratum was going to take the other boy on an adventure of some sort. It had been such a goofy idea, but he thought his siblings had been happy enough to hear his offer at their party. So here he was, padding into his brother's den at sunrise to loom ominously at his bedside. Standing over his brother, he couldn't help but grin at his own mischief making. "Up! Up! Wake up!" he crowed as loud as he could, bouncing on his toes in preparation to dodge a heavy swipe or kick from his brother. "Charlie! We're going out! Get up!" the young male continued to holler, dancing a few steps back to stand near the door. Tail flagging high over his hips and a doofy grin on his face, he dipped into a play bow. Just because he was doing something nice for his brother, it didn't mean he couldn't be a shithead about it.

Charlie had been snoozing, curled up in his den as he prepared his mind and body for another day in the Armada. He hadn’t set himself up with any particular goals in mind for the day, though the yearling knew he wanted work further on the skills he had. If he was lucky perhaps he could even get involved with one of the other members of the Armada and have them help him and, if not, there was always Silveris and Yorrick that would aid him. His companions had become quite good at working with the young wolf, and for that Charlie was grateful. He shifted on his bed, a small smile on his face as he dreamed, only to have that dream suddenly interrupted by the loud shout of one of his brothers.

Charlie shot to his feet, spinning towards his sibling with fangs bared as he came awake. At first his body prepared for danger, fur on end, but seeing Stratum there allowed the yearling to relax a little. Well, sort of. What was Stratum shouting so enthusiastically for? He blinked a little and yawned, shaking out his coat before trailing after his sibling. “Jeez Stratum, way to try and wake me up with a heart attack.” Despite his words Charlie couldn’t help but grin. Something had his brother in a good mood and for that the boy was grateful, grinning as well. “So what’s the plan then? Seems you have something on your mind.” He hopped towards his sibling, giving a playful swipe of a forepaw as his grin grew wider.

"Speech," 'Thought.'