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Charon listened with interest to Potema's story. He felt a pang of jealousy when she mentioned her real, live, biological mother still alive. Charon was grateful to have Ragnar and Thistle in his life, but he had to admit he still often dreamed and thought of his real parents, only to wonder what they would be like, and if they'd still recognise him from when he was just a tiny blob of pup. The main reason Charon could step up to be a leader was because he had lost so many wolves in his life, and someone needed to step up to the plate in Stavanger Bay and stand beside Thistle Cloud.

'Queen' seemed familiar, and Charon figured it was a title, like Jarl was, for a particular Alpha. A self-given title. He didn't mention it though, and just said, "That's pretty cool. Do you got a big family?"


Then Charon began to tell about his own, the real family, anyway: "My real parents are both dead, as are two of my siblings," Charon said when Potema finished speaking. He didn't look sad, although he felt it, when he continued with a grim frown on his face: "My mother was ripped apart by a bear in front of my own eyes. It was very gruesome." He narrowed his eyes grimly at the last bit. Well, maybe that wasn't the whole truth; he hadn't actually been there, he'd only heard that she had been killed by a bear. But whatever, this version of the story tended to draw a few more wet eyes and attention, anyway. "I was small though, so I was pretty much raised by Thistle 'n Ragnar though. Just me and my lil' bro survived in our real family. He's kinda soft, so I look out for him a lot." Levi wasn't really his little brother, but it often felt like that, since Charon was always busy trying to look cool and do cool things, and Levi was just always kinda daydreaming and taking care of the pups. Sure, he did important stuff, but he did sometimes need looking after. He was so naive sometimes.