I dream of Polar night

Charon was thoroughly confused by the story, though he was glad that at least Osprey was answering his questions. He wondered if the dragon was just old and had gone away, like his mother (except she wasn't old when she died). He knew that sometimes happened to old wolves, too. "Oh, okay," said Charon, even though he still had many questions about the story, but he decided to let it all sink in. He didn't know before Osprey's story that there were good dragons too, since he had mostly heard that they were terrifying and giant and scary. It was new to him that there were friendly ones as well.

Suddenly feeling tired, Charon let out a long yawn. "Think I'mma sleep now," he mumbled. After a brief pause, he added hesitantly, "You gonna come walk me home?" He didn't realise it himself, but it was the first time he called Thistle and Ragnar's den 'home'. He looked questioningly at Osprey, hoping that she would, because after all the talk of dragons, Charon had gotten a little afraid of the dark night and travelling through it alone.