Stavanger Bay windmill, windmill for the land

"Of ocurse," Charon said, even though he thought Starchaser and Charon were two totally different names, used in two totally different circumstances. Ragna was probably too young to understand all of that, anyway, so he let that matter rest for now.

She asked for help on the making up of a name. Charon shrugged and unhelpfully said: "It's your name, you think of something." While he'd grown milder over time, and he was more patient with the pups than anyone else, Charon was still a pretty impatient guy with little eye for tact and manners. "You'll think of something, I'm sure," he said, not putting too much weight in it. If not now, she could always come up with something later.

Ragna suggested an eagle, which seemed very typical of her. Charon thought to recognise a theme here. However, eagles were pretty hard to come by, and there were other, better options on the market. "How about a gryphon instead?" Who wanted a boring ole' eagle when you could have a gryphon, after all? Surely not Ragna. "A gryphon's got eagle wings, and claws on the back, 'cept it's got paws on the front, like us! So it's sorta like a wolf-eagle. How's that sound?" Surely they could find a lonely gryphon someplace. Maybe Ragna's gryphon friend would come into existence like Drake had: through a story first. "How 'bout I tell you a story about gryphons? You can help fill in the details." He would never be Osprey, but he could give it a damn good try.