Stavanger Bay the burden of awesomeness

Charon watched his brother’s enthusiastic bounding with a grin on his face. The pups were so energetic! Sometimes it was a bit tiring, but most of the time Charon really enjoyed being a big bro and having pups that looked up to him and that he could teach all about being cool. Although he was a bit old to believe in dragons now, especially with his upcoming promotion, Charon didn’t mind teaching his siblings about them. And bears, well… they were real, although Charon had only ever bested one (well, okay, it’d been sleeping and he and Barf face the bear hunter had decided to leave it alone at the time, but whatever). He’d never forget what had happened to his mother.

”Bears are pretty dangerous,” Charon called out to Flóki while he was on his way back to his side, and once they were reunited, Charon lead the way into the forest where they could look for some very fictional bears. ”And you’re not old enough to really like hunt ‘em yet. First you have to observe. But there aren’t that many bears here, so we might not find any. We might find some dragons and trolls, though!” Charon grinned broadly while he mentioned the dragons and trolls. ”I used to have a troll friend when I was younger, but nowadays he’s back living with his family. Trolls aren’t very big –“ Charon indicated a height about up to the underside of his chest with his paw here, ”- but they’re fierce and they’re generally rocky and mossy-looking.” Charon looked to see if Flóki was grasping it all, or if it was too much for him to take in at this age and he needed to tone down on the educational value a bit.