I dream of Polar night

"Probably a fox - their yowls are horrible," Osprey explained Charon, not caring, whether she had insulted any fox that happened to be nearby or not. The god or whoever had created them probably thought of it as a good joke - beautiful beings (of course, no match for wolves), but with ear-splitting voice - no melody there at all. Come to think about it - there was a good material for a story there. Why was it so? At this moment she regretted her intentions to eat the fox rather than accepting it's offer to share the fox-lore. Maybe the secret had been there already and she had missed it.

It felt a little odd that Charon trusted her so much in such a brief period of time to seek safety in her presence. Yet it was nice too, a pleasant responsibility for someone. "Sure," Osprey agreed with little thought. "Tell me - are you afraid of night and darkness?"