Somewhere in the darkness shines a little light on a blue horizon

Charon smiled sadly when Osprey nuzzled his fur to reassure him, feeling sad. He was glad that Osprey reassured him, so that he wouldn't need to feel too sad and alone. At least he had great wolves around him, and he remembered what Ragnar had said about living in the present and being grateful for what Odinn or whoever watched over him gave, instead of mourning over what had been taken from him, even if it was unfair. He nudged Osprey's cheek in return to her nuzzles as a silent thank-you for her sympathy.

When Osprey mentioned having an encounter with an eerie wolf who looked like Blythe, Charon was sure it was the same wolf. How many wolves with white bodies and black heads could exist in one place, after all; it had to be. "It's gotta be her," he quickly said. "She smelled a lot like the ocean, so she lied and said she was a new member of Stavanger Bay. But I don't know about any other packs along the coast. Maybe she's like a creepy hermit who lives along the -- Oh! Oh! Maybe she lives on that island not far from here. That seems like a place a creepy hermit would live." She had smelled like wolf, but if she spent a lot of her time roaming the coastal area creeping wolves out and spreading lies, it made sense that she did. It was clear from Charon's face that he intended to check out the island, if he could get there safely through the ocean's current, and might've run off to do so if he wasn't stuck with Osprey not feeling too well at the moment.