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Charon regretted it a little at this point that he had told Osprey that he'd gotten too old for play-pretend at some point. He felt they had in part drifted apart at that point, even though they'd later on had conversations about their lives and such. He liked to forget about their weird meeting, that moment when she had come into season, and the arguments they had. In the grand scheme of things those were glossed over in favour of the good times.

The concept of story-telling with adults was a little weird to him, though he'd always enjoyed telling his children the most fantastical stories when they were little. This year's bunch had been driven by war greatly, though. The stories they wanted to hear were often about fighting, while Yama had been distant and quiet and Yami had mostly seemed to be a babbly daydreamer who wanted to talk rather than listen until she vanished from the pack. It was different from Vela and Galaxy who'd been more receptive to the sort of stories Osprey liked to tell him.

Uh, sure, he said after a moment of thought. I still enjoy games, too, he said and he lowered his front body and scooped through the snow, batting a piece of white fluff Maia's way with a playful grin on his face.

It was good to hear that Osprey was still doing good, and it momentarily halted Charon's snow-throwing game as he listened to Maia talk about her. It had hurt him when she'd left the valley, but it turned out it was for the better, since she had apparently been doing better in the south than she had done up here. I'm glad to hear that moving away from the wilds has done her as well as she expected, he said with a nod. Cori and Cass he guessed to be Maia's siblings. Sarah he remembered from when she was a tiny lil' pup when Osprey and he had said good bye.