I dream of Polar night

Charon had heard the shouting sounds before, though he never knew that they were made by foxes. He always figured that they were from horrible monsters, and the thought that it was only foxes that produced the sounds was comforting to him. He was a lot less afraid of foxes than monsters, after all. Feeling less frightened now that he knew it was only a fox that produced the monstrous sound, Charon took a bit more distance from Osprey again, no longer nearly tripping her with his closeness but staying near her nevertheless. He needed to show he was tough, after all.

Osprey asked him if he was scared of the dark, and Charon vehemently shook his head. "No," said Charon. "I just din't expecteded the sounds!" He said it as though it would have been a shame if he were afraid of it — Charon thought himself very brave, after all — and that he was now desperately trying to prove that he was not scared at all. "I'm not scared of foxes," he added to prove his point in case. Then, realising that maybe that was why she had asked him, Charon added, "So if you wanna tell a scary darkness-like story that's okay."