Firefly Glen Reminds me of childhood memories

Charon was reminded of Osprey's childish nature again, a thing he'd loved when he was little but now it wasn't so charming. Oh well, he supposed that some wolves just didn't grow up, and at least they were good as puppysitters to keep the young ones' imagination active. He knew that Vela was eager to explore the world with her imagination and so it didn't hurt, in his eyes, to cultivate it, so long as they grew out of it at some point. He had at one point decided he was too old for this and gotten rid of his imaginary friends and childish viewpoints.

He decided to focus on the question she asked to shift subjects. "No, I was born at Stavanger Bay, further to the north. But I've lived here for nearly two years now, so it feels like forever." That was two third of his lifetime after all. "Me and my mate moved here when our packs were both small and we decided to band together and find a new home for our combined pack." It was a great move, time had proven, and Charon was glad that he had once taken the initiative to get things moving.