Stavanger Bay bleak world

Set in the period that Charon & co are staying with Ragnar & Thistle :)

A lot had changed lately. At first, Charon hadn't missed Kevlyn much. Kevlyn was loud and he always wanted all of the attention to himself, much to Charon's dismay (who wanted all of the attention to himself too, but wasn't quite as good at being vocal about it, often making him miss out on what he wanted). However, after a day he had grown restless at the loss of both his brother and his mother, disliking the emptiness of the den and, while they had begun to eat regurgitated meat, missing his mother's milk. Things were quiet in the Ostrega den at the moment that Charon had began turning his babbles into words, with only Dad to praise Charon and his siblings for any sounds that sounded remotely like words at all.

Then a lot more had changed. Verrine had left, for reasons Charon couldn't understand. He was too little and, while he had begun to say things like 'daw!' to Verrine, and related tiny words, just because others seemed very eager for him to repeat their words, he understood little of what he was actually saying... Let alone what anyone else said.

So when he, Liyaní and Levi had been packed and shipped off to a different den, a different place, and consequently Verrine had just left them there, Charon had been a very, very unhappy boy. He'd been an average sort of pup thus far; eager for attention and trying to copy his parents' and siblings' behaviour, estimating what adults wanted him to do and trying to do so, responding to positive enforcement. Now, however, he was not happy and even though he had seen Ragnar and Thistle a couple of times in passing and knew that Verrine was the one that brought them here, Charon wanted to go home.

He wanted Ma, and Da, and he even wanted Kevlyn.

So he shrieked and cried, protested and threw tantrums, tried to run away only to be protectively pulled back in, and made sure that his caretakers had an absolute couple of handsfull trying to keep him calm... But it didn't work. Charon lavished the attention his bratty behaviour granted him, even the negative attention, but Ma, Da and Kev were still gone.

At the end of the first day in the residence of the Alpha pair and their children, Charon gave up. No longer did he scream or whine. He'd fallen asleep eventually, after staying up for longer than he had stayed up before, and now that he awoke the next morning, still feeling tired from all the fits he'd had, Charon sat quietly among the wolves that surrounded him.

He looked at the alien den that surrounded him. And, adjustable and flexible as he was at his young age, he accepted that things were as they were. He accepted that this was now his home, and that perhaps, he'd never see Ma, Da and Kevlyn again. He pressed all of his feral, childlike anguish to the side and fell into a more basic survival system, where - for now - he needed to move on.

His paws folded underneath him, making himself small, Charon looked around the den at the wolves that were now his family - whether he liked it or not - in quiet contemplation.