I dream of Polar night

Charon listened intently as Osprey began to tell him the story about the story dragon. He couldn't really imagine what warm summer evenings were like, as he had never experienced summer, but when he thought of warm evenings he thought of being huddled up with Levi and other wolves in a den, feeling their body warmth add a comfortable blanket over him. It was probably something like that and, since Osprey was telling the story, Charon didn't want to interupt her to ask silly questions like what summers were or to tell him more about them. He'd smelled plenty of plants, but he hadn't really found that any of them smelled really nice, so he thought it was silly that it was part of the story, unaware that blooming plants gave off more scent than the plants he had seen so far this autumn and winter.

He listened as Osprey told about the part where the dragon was part of the lands. He imagined what it would be like if a giant winged lizard would open its eyes just as you were staring at it. Pretty scary, he imagined.

When Osprey paused, Charon just looked at her inquisitively. It was evident in his expression that Charon was listening intently, and that he wanted Osprey to continue the story without interuption; if he had any questions left later, he might ask them, but for now he just wanted to hear the rest of the story. He wondered if he would ever meet a dragon like the one from the story for real.