Stavanger Bay hiding out

It was hard for Charon to see Thistle go downhill like she did. He would've called any other wolf out on it, if they were his leaders: he would've easily taken control and challenged rank to any other wolf. Maybe even Ragnar, had it been him, had he still been alive. But not Thistle Cloud: she was like a mother to him, and he was one of few wolves -- among which Osprey, if she was even still alive out there somewhere and Levi too -- for whom he held a soft spot, and of whom he could take a lot more than most others. Charon was an arrogant brat at times, but never to Thistle. He just wasn't sure what to do, other than assist her in her duties and try to pile as many of them on his shoulders as he could, so that she would be relieved of them.

Unfortunately, he couldn't take her share of the grief on his shoulders. That was a process she needed to deal with alone.

Charon quickly sat up straight when Thistle arrived by his side, not wanting to look like a baby who was scared of the thunder. While the Naturalist in him was interested by this magnificent roar of nature, and the aesthetic in him enjoyed the pictures it painted on the sky, there was something frightening about the tremendous roaring of the skies, as if the world was coming to an end. Charon looked at Thistle and said, "D'you think it's the Gods that're angry at us, or is it really just nature doing it's thing?" The Naturalist in him wanted to believe that it was just nature, but something so magnificent almost had to be created by a greater power (and it was one of the first times Charon actually considered the Gods might exist).