He took to exploring the marketplace today. He had checked it out a few times before, but today seemed like a good day to see if anything new was happening. He wondered if he was gonna meet someone new or maybe catch a scene of someone being unruly. He had heard of unruly visitors being kicked out, and he wanted to see it happen with his own eyes for once, but as he milled about the throng of visitors, everyone seemed to be on their best behavior. Darn. No marketplace drama for him today. Sad. Oh well! There was still plenty to see and do, best to start getting to it!

After previously going on a patrol with Hazel in the market, Charlie had decided that he would go on one with his companions and start stepping up to help the Armada in whatever way he could. His ears perked forward as his bright blue gaze flicked across the market goers. His pace was relaxed, steady, easy. Yorrick wore a serious face at his side, the fisher determined to ensure that everyone was behaving. Luckily it seemed that they didn’t need to worry. Unlike when he had been with Hazel everyone seemed to be on their best behavior and being appropriate. Charlie was grateful for that.

While he wouldn’t mind stepping up for the sake of the Armada, he would prefer to not have to worry about doing so. His paws carried him forward and, catching sight of one of his older sister’s pups, Charlie arched a brow. What was he doing in the market by himself? It was a little worrying, but the child was still in the Armada, and Charlie would fight to ensure his safety. He approached the kid, offering a grin as he spoke. “First time at the market?” He asked. Yorrick had drifted away from him, keeping an eye on things with Silveris while their wolf companion got to talk to his nephew.

"Speech," 'Thought.'

There was a lot to see, a lot of faces to peek at, and many legs to trip up. While he was not small anymore by any means, he had sprouted up taller than his mother and was obviously going to get bigger. He was probably around half the height he would be now, so blending into the crowd probably wasn't easy at this rate. But then again, more than half the Armadan wolves were huge, so he supposed he did blend in. The lavender-hued boy wandered around, checking out the wares that others had but nothing had caught his interest yet.

When someone approached and spoke to him, Ansem turned to find another wolf with the familiar Fatalis marking. While Ansem hadn't inherited that, he wasn't too pressed about it...sort of. A little jealous? Yeah. Why hadn't he been born with that marking? Would others know he was even part of the family without it? He didn't know. "Yeah! Lotsa wolves around, I didn't know it got so busy!"