Porcupine Ridge i've given up

She seemed to recognise the name Ragnar, but had not come here sent by him. There was something wrong and fishy about this, and something fishy about his own pattern of thought, he knew, but the pain made it hard to think clearly. Charon blinked his eyes, looking away for a moment before looking back at her. He had seen her before. He knew her from somewhere. But he had never been dead, or almost dead, so how could he know a valkyrie here to bring him to the halls? Unless...

"I'm not dead." It was not a question, nor directed at her; it was a realisation, a revelation. He had yet time on this earth.

"I need to get home," Charon said as he looked at her, and he suddenly remembered where he had met her; she was a wolf from another pack -- perhaps a nearby pack? or was she exploring once again -- and he had met her near the coastal area, when she was exploring. Her name, he did not remember, but it would get to him, he was sure.

He looked at her imploringly, not because he thought she would stop him, but because he knew that he would not be able to reach home without her. He needed her help, and he wanted to ask her for it. But 'I need your help' or 'will you help me' were, even as battered as Charon was, words he found hard to pull out of his sleeve.