I dream of Polar night

Charon didn’t mind that Osprey wouldn’t tell a scary story, because truthfully, he had been rather rattled by the fox yowling and he preferred not to be frightened further. The boy followed Osprey closely as she asked if he knew about trolls. He tried to remember if anyone had ever told him anything about trolls. Truthfully, the wolves taking care of him, which were as close to a family as anyone would get, mostly told stories about norse things with many difficult, unpronouncable names in them. He didn’t remember any trolls, but he might’ve not been paying attention if they were mentioned in any of the stories.

”Nope,” said Charon and he shook his head. ”I betcha you’re gonna tell me ‘bout ‘em, tho’!” Expectantly, Charon looked up at Osprey and waited for her to begin the story about the trolls that she had indirectly promised.