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Charon didn't notice the look that Casmir shot him, and elaborated: "Woah, it must've been cool to have Osprey for an aunt! I just got to see her every now and then when she visited. She got hurt once when I was little and my Alphas helped her get better. Then she would visit every now and then and we'd have all sorts of adventures." Oh, how he missed Osprey. Of course, he was all old and responsible now and no longer needed Osprey's elaborate fantasy stories as much as he used to (he'd gotten a bit old for some of them), but still, Osprey had been such a great friend growing up that he missed her dearly. He wondered if she'd ever return. Probably not as of yet; otherwise surely uncle Mordecai would've come over to the Bay to tell Charon.

The water was nice and warm, even though funny-feeling, and Charon closed his eyes briefly as he enjoyed the feeling. Casmir's question brought a smile to his lips, because Charon loved notihng more than to impress others, and so he was eager to tell the boy about his experience as a Beta. He proudly began to explain: "I patrol the borders lots and I've chased away a few trespassers." Well, okay, one, but still. "And I make important decisions, like when the storm hit Stavanger Bay, I took my younger siblings and everyone else from the pack to a safe place. And of course I make sure that everyone's got enough food and everyone's taken care of in the pack. There's lots of responsibilities involved." Charon was proud to have so many responsibilties and liked to think he was pretty darn good at being a leader. He wasn't sure when and if Thistle'd ever promote him to Alpha, but he knew inside that he damn well deserved to be.