I dream of Polar night

Charon didn't usually make a habit out of wandering out in the middle of the night, but he had been mesmerised looking at the stars that night and he'd ended up wandering away. Lately, it felt like the only thing that Charon lived for was making Levi feel comfortable, ever since the disappearance of their sister; Levi and Charon only had each other left now. Charon had heard of the temporary guest that the pack had, but he hadn't actually seen her yet. He didn't really understand where she had come from, because his world did not really expand beyond his pack in his short life thus far.

As he wandered around in thought, staring at the sky, Charon realised that he wasn't entirely sure where he had gone. He noticed there was a wolf laying about staring at the skies not far from where he stood. The boy stretched out his neck to sniff the air, but could find nothing off; she smelled enough of Ragnar and Thistle for him not to worry.

Charon padded up to the female, cautiously holding his head and tail low. " 's your Ma there too?" the pup asked her, because she had so fervently been staring up at the stars. He didn't really remember when he had gotten the idea that his mother was up in the stars, but he liked the idea because it meant that she was always watching over him, no matter where he was. He liked the thought she was still out there, somewhere, watching over him.