Stavanger Bay we are the warriors

Haha, aw, thanks! I love Charon too :D (and your newest avatar, so pretty!)

The youth's reaction was not something Atreyu had expected. As if he was ready for him — had he really been asleep? — Charon lurched upright and suddenly closed his jaws around the boy's muzzle. Now that it was his turn to be frightened, the yearling gave a surprised yelp and stumbled backwards, his nose throbbing painfully. Although he hadn't dealt too much damage, the younger wolf was fully grown now, with a set of adult teeth that were just as capable of crushing bones as they were warding off would-be pranksters.

Skipping out of the way a few paces, waiting for the kid to fully rouse from his nap, Atreyu glared fiercely. "Oi, what the fuck," he spat, turning to rub his nose once more, glancing at his paw to make sure he hadn't drawn any blood. Fortunately for Charon, he hadn't. Returning his flaring eyes to the kid, the yearling bristled, temper flaring despite the fact that he had brought the situation on himself. "What was that for?" As if it wasn't obvious.