Sea Lion Shores with arms wide open

There was a certain sadness in Flóki's words when he said that Thistle had been worried about Charon. Charon could understand: growing up, he'd been alone a lot too. He had started exploring at a young age, because Levi was all he had -- and Levi'd been sad a lot -- and Thistle and Ragnar were busy Alphas who'd already been planning the litter from Charon's young age. Gunnar was the only sibling Charon had from the previous litter, and he'd been pretty alright; all of the Loðbrok family had been good to him, but when he was tiny never a filler for his own missing relatives. He wondered if it was the same for Flóki.

"I'd never leave you," he said as he looked at Flóki with a cheerful smile. "See? This stupid asshat wolf tried to get me down, but he couldn't keep me away from you." He considered telling Flóki about Drake, his imaginary Lauren friend, but Flóki was already looking so grown in appearance and Charon figured he might already fancy himself too old for replacement friends.

Flóki asked Charon to tell him about the mountains, and with a cheerful expression on his face Charon began to explain: "They're pretty amazing. They often have got lots of hidden caves and other places, so it's very adventurous to be on one. And if you find the right spot, you can see all the way across the valley. The view can be amazing -- you'll see when we're exploring." Sitting on one of the Sunspire's best viewspots had made Charon feel like a Jarl, a King; and he had been a mere visitor to the pack. He couldn't wait to sit on his very own throne.