Stavanger Bay we are the warriors

It seemed from Atreyu's chuff that he felt the same as Charon: wishing he had a slave, but not really having one. Their reasons were the same, for Charon had no direct uses for a slave either. Well, it would be convenient, if they listened and all, if they'd actually do stuff for you. But he guessed that for a wolf to become his slave, they would need to lose their life in some way: like a duel or something of the sort, where the wolf's honour was lost and their life was forfeit, in Charon's paws. And for that to happen, the other wolf needed not to be an honourless coward, as many unfortunately were.

"Cool!" Charon excitedly said when Atreyu said he knew the place. Charon followed Atreyu, excitement in his step, until they reached a clearing.

"How do they stay here?" Charon asked, and then answered his own question: "I guess that the slaves have to know that they're slaves and that they shouldn't escape and stuff, anyway." Charon watched as Atreyu jumped on top of the lookout branch and then his eyes lit up as he said to Atreyu: "Hey... What about if we get a slave?!" That would be pretty cool, and they could either share the time spent with their slave, or they could get two slaves so that they'd each have one, which would be even more convenient if they'd manage.