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

It didn't matter if Thistle did whatever she wanted; Thistle wasn't Osprey, so it wouldn't be the same. And anyway, Thistle was just more of a homebody than Osprey. She loved being at home, and Osprey loved to travel. "You're not Thistle," Charon replied, dismissing Osprey's argument altogether because he thought it was a silly comparison. Thistle and Osprey were both pretty great, but they were far from the same type of wolf.

As Osprey said she should start heading home, Charon nodded. He followed the path down the waterfall again until they left its roar behind them and started back towards the borders. "Are you alright to walk all the way home?" Charon asked, because she had been unable to walk properly and he didn't want Osprey to collapse somewhere between the Bay and the Plateau. He thought of bringing her to the Plateau himself, but it was probably better to visit some other time instead.

As Osprey asked about the dens, Charon nonchalantly said, "Not really... Haven't given it much thought, I guess." He had never had to think of such things, for he had always lived with Thistly and Ragnar -- and before that, his biological parents. The thought of having his own den was both exciting as well as saddening. Charon wanted to be all grown-up, but he also liked getting lots of attention and the new pups would take part of that. He asked Osprey, "Do you ever think of having pups?", thinking back to his conversation with Dante. It would be cool to visit Osprey if she had pups and Charon could be their special uncle or whatnot.