Stavanger Bay hiding out

Charon listened attentively as Thistle Cloud took the time to answer his questions. He wondered if she knew what she was talking about regarding the Gods. They seemed ungraspable and unfair to Charon: Ragnar had given his own eye to salvage his pack, but instead its numbers had dwindled and he had died. Didn't seem fair to Charon.

He wondered if it was really a cleansing. It seemed mostly destructive so far. However, it made sense in a way: "I guess that nature cleanses the weak factors, too," he said. "Like us if we hadn't been quick and smart enough to get a move on." He looked at Thistle, wondering if she thought the same or if she had a different view.

Meanwhile another flash of thunder, soon followed by a harsh and loud crash, followed. Charon flinched, but he managed not to duck away like before.

Thistle admitted she had not been doing a good job and that she'd do better. Charon wasn't sure what to say -- he didn't say anything, at first. Then he turned to look at her and said: "Good." He looked neutral, almost stoic -- unusual for him -- because he didn't know how to act or hold himself in the situation. He'd have thrown any other wolf off their throne if they were as absent as Thistle... But not her.