I dream of Polar night

"Sure!" Osprey agreed, getting up to her feet and only then realizing that she didn't know exactly, where Ragnar's den was. She gave a brief look down at the kid - then at some point off in the darkness, figuring that Charon's scent shouldn't have faded away from his tracks by now. He had come here just recently.

"Shall we..." she didn't finish the sentence, when a loud screeching noise in the vicinity made her freeze and then spring around - her eyes searching the darkness frantically. It was a long time ago, when Osprey had believed in the existence of the bogeyman, but at this time of night everything could be possible. "Let's go," she told the kid and shook her coat to forget the fear she had felt moments ago.