Greatwater Lake Milk-colored eye

Charon felt envious of Potema as she told him of her two brothers and her mom and dad, and her pack. It was just him and Levi against the rest of the world, or so it often felt. He was grateful for all that Thistle and Ragnar had given him, but Charon felt like an orphan a lot of the time all the same, no matter how much Thistle told him he was just like her real kids to her. Perhaps it was that which prompted his sad story and some of the lies he added in for extra dramatic effect.

They found their purchase; Potema looked stricken by the story, empathic towards him, and said she could understand why he was Beta, if he had to care for his brother from young age. It felt good to be acknowledged. Charon said, "We do what we gotta do to survive." Mostly because he thought it sounded kind of cool, as if he had not only taken upon him the difficult task of caring for his brother and becoming the pack's Beta, but he did it because he was a dutiful loyal sort of wolf.

"Where's Blackfeather Woods at? I might visit you sometime." Charon smiled at Potema as he asked this before there was chance for silences to fall between them. He looked over his shoulder and pointed his nose in the general direction of the Bay while he added: "Stavanger Bay's that way, at the ocean side. You're welcome to visit sometime if you wanna."