Greatwater Lake Milk-colored eye

Despite the heavy affairs that pressured the Bay -- Ragnar's death, Gunnar's subsequent departure, the fact that they were low on numbers to start with -- Charon was feeling pleased with how his life was going, beyond the factors he could not control. He was to be made leader when he turned nine months of age, and besides Aesop, whose departure from the Bay was hard on Charon, he hadn't gotten along that well with most of the other adults that'd left, anyway. Feeling his confidence building, Charon made his way deeper into the land, deciding to explore some other regions.

While Charon took a drink at a lake, he noticed a white wolf along the edge of the lake from the corner of his eye. She was on his right side, and he instantly noticed why she hadn't noticed him yet: there was an ugly scar where her eye had once been. She looked young, probably around his age or maybe a bit younger than that, which instantly piqued Charon's curiosity; he didn't often meet other youths.

Charon watched as she slowly inched towards the water, feeling the urge to push her in, if not only because she was really asking for it with the way she stood there, all focussed on what she was seeing -- or about to see -- in the water. However, he controlled himself, because he was curious for her and wanted to have a chat. "Hey!" he called out to the girl, hoping she would be equally curious. Or at least equally up for a chat.