Stavanger Bay the burden of awesomeness

There was something incredibly adorable about the little wriggly puppies. Charon couldn't help but smile as he looked at Flóki, and he didn't smile all that often. The pups made Charon feel good, like there was a future to Stavanger Bay rather than it slowly evaporating like it had recently. Levi and he were still there, and so were Atreyu, Thistle and the pups -- they'd be fine if they wouldn't lose any more, Charon kept telling himself. He would do his very best to make sure that they wouldn't lose any of this year's pups, like they'd lost half of his own litter, his parents, and Gunnar's siblings.

Charon's tail wagged a few beats when Flóki repeated the word (more or less). Charon was excited, and couldn't wait 'til the day he turned nine months. It'd be awesome. Would there be a pack meeting to inaugurate him as new leader? Would everyone be happy? He hoped they'd find some more members to do his bidding soon.

For now, though... "Do you wanna go hunt some dangerous and fierce bears?" Charon asked Flóki with widened eyes, trying to make sure that he knew hunting bears was really cool, even if he had never actually caught one himself... luckily.