Phantom Hollow dear watson

This forest was perfect for a little adventurous get-away. Lately, Charon had been busy with serious things and he was really in need of an adventure. Even though he thought he was growing a little too old for it, and wanted to practise being grown-up for when he'd be crowned leader of Stavanger Bay, Charon lavished the thought of chasing dragons and beating up bears (the imaginary kind, not the monstrous kind). "Come on, Drake," Charon called out in reflex while he trotted through a dark, narrow pathway surrounded by moss and low-hanging branches. He halted when he realised that it had been months since he had decided that he was too old for Drake, and had said good-bye to his troll friend, and suddenly Charon felt a little lonely, longing for childhood and longing to play with Drake again. But Drake was gone.

Charon found a river not long after while he sniffed the ground for dragon tracks. This would've been so mcuh more fun were Osprey here, he thought to himself. He wondered if he was really getting too old for adventure, that he wasn't having as much fun as he told himself he would have.

When Charon saw another wolf approach, headed straight for him, he halted. "Are you adventuring too?" Charon asked him without thinking, and moments later he felt kind of stupid. If he was intended to become Beta of Stavanger Bay, he really needed to start growing up, Charon told himself, while he secretly hoped that the stranger was, indeed, out adventuring and wanted to share in an adventure with him.