Stavanger Bay windmill, windmill for the land

Even though Sir Knight Starchaser was pretty much a cooler name than Charon, he didn't mind being called that. It was his name, after all, and he was no longer a kid who needed the constant confirmation that he was something he really wasn't, right? "I suppose you still could," he begrudgingly agreed upon, and then they turned back to the subject of giving Ragna a cool knight's name and finding her a squire.

"Well, I like looking at the stars, so that's where I got Starchaser," said the young Beta. "So you gotta think of something that's all about you." He was itching to think of a name for her, but didn't want to spoil the fun of thinking of a name, or risk picking one she didn't like overly much.

In regards to finding a squire... "It could be anyone. But it's gotta be a someone, so they should be your friend first, and your squire second." Charon briefly thought back to Drake. He fleetingly found himself wondering how Drake was doing, until he realised that Drake didn't exist and had never existed, and was thus doing nothing. In the end, whichever sort of creature -- or wolf, real or imaginary -- Ragna chose to be her squire was entirely up to her, so he decided not to steer her too much in the decisions, unless she explicitely asked.