Stavanger Bay Among the world

Aesop nodded, silently promising himself and her that he would seek Ragnar out to discuss the matter.  Perhaps it was her warnings getting to him, but he found that he was nervous about the meeting, interesting though it may prove to be.  "Understood," he said solemnly.  Clearly, sparing the lives of intruders was not done here.  Still Aesop couldn't find it in him to regret his choice, having won mercy for some future pack member.

The air around them became somber, her head falling in quiet melancholy.  "Maybe once you've got some free time?" he asked.  "Though I'm imaginin' that that'll be pretty sparse once you've popped these guys out."  He grinned, nosing her shoulder to try and lift her spirits.  The loss, it seemed, had hit all of them hard, not just Charon.

"Really?  That's how I've always thought of it.  Never really liked winter, myself.  A hungry time, and too quiet," he mused.