It's All Coming Back To Me

As far as Charon was concerned, it was all his own doing that he was Beta now; he never considered if things might've been different if his real parents were still alive... Whether it was because he would not be considered Ragnar's son or because he had not been through all of the tragedy that had shaped him into the ambitious young fellow he was today.

Considering Silvertip's Alpha had shown him around his mountain, it made sense for Charon to invite him to see his own lands, too. He didn't grasp the concept of alliances yet, since he had mostly stuck to his own and his pack, but as a small pack he knew Stavanger Bay could use some friends. "Well, it's nice you're visiting," said Charon. "Do you want to see some of the highlights of Stavanger Bay? As a Naturalist, it's gotta interest you, right?" Charon smiled broadly, having remembered that the Alpha was a Naturalist, like he. Charon had not had the time to stare at the stars in too long, and he lavished the thought of having another Naturalist to talk to. He could pretend that his life was normal, if only for a little while, and that everyone was still okay and together.