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To say it was a surprise to hear Aesop's call was an understatement. Charon had been patrolling the borders when he heard it, and his ears flung up into the sky. His first reaction was one of puppyish joy, for Aesop had been a present figure in his youth. But then he remembered that Aesop'd left, and bitterness replaced the joy that Charon had felt at least partially.

The young Beta made his way towards Aesop's location then, because although he felt partially angry for Aesop leaving their already small family, he at least wanted to hear him out. Maybe he had good reasons.

When Charon approached, he kept a distance between them, not closing it to amicably greet Aesop. Maybe if he'd been there, some of the tragedy that had befallen Stavanger Bay would not have been quite as tragic. Charon carried his head proudly and his tail flagged high, indicating that he was far from a pup here these days. "You returned," Charon said coolly, and he waited for a good explanation.