Phantom Hollow dear watson

Charon looked around the moss-covered place and suddenly found himself wondering for its name too. Darned curiosity and all. He wondered if the name was something with 'creepy' or a synonym of it at all. Maybe it was called 'ancient woods' or something like that, or maybe it wasn't even a 'woods' at all. Then again, a place was only called what other wolves called it; the official name was just the one that most wolves used.

Charon was popped from his thoughts by Ovaltine's question about Stavanger Bay. "It's at the ocean," he said, even though anyone could've guessed that; "Sorta to the north and then to the west, I guess, compared to other places. To the west of Totoka River. It's, uh, a big river and it's got lots of splits and stuff, and goes out to the ocean. You'll notice when you see it, just the biggest one about." Charon looked at Ovaltine to see if his comments had hit home at all, considering he tended to go on about insignificant details. Charon used to blame others for not understanding, but over time he'd come to understand it wasn't always everyone else's fault. Just most of the time.