Sea Lion Shores with arms wide open

Charon couldn't believe how much Flóki had grown in his absence. Only when he noticed the startled expression on his brother's face did Charon realise he had yet to tell any of them about the fight, and that they might be shocked by how he looked. Charon nosed Flóki's cheek, inhaling the comforting scent of Stavanger Bay, while he said, "Look at how tall you're getting." It was pretty amazing. When he had grown up himself, Charon thought it was a slow and tedious process and he had barely been able to wait until he was old enough to make his own decisions and 'til he was all grown up, but seeing it in his siblings made Charon realise how fast it truly went by.

"I got into a fight with someone who hurt my friend from another pack," Charon explained to Flóki, using a simpler version of what had happened for his brother. "He made her go away, and I called him out on it, and then he attacked me. I was out in the mountain range so I couldn't get right back home to you guys. I'm so sorry if I worried you." Charon smiled as he looked at Flóki, clearly glad to be home. He hoped that he hadn't startled his siblings too badly. They had had to endure enough departures; they didn't need another.