Stavanger Bay caterpillars

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Although his tantrums had calmed down — if not only because Charon had noticed that they changed nothing about his situation — Charon was still a pretty unhappy boy, missing his parents and brother. He got everything he needed provided to him by Ragnar and Thistle Cloud, but not everything he wanted. On the outside, the six weeks old boy might look like he was doing better — although quiet and contemplative, no longer did he sputter objections and throw tantrums like on his first day here — but on the inside, a lot more was going on than meets the eye.

As he sat just outside the den, for he wasn't allowed to wander very far yet, Charon looked over his shoulder, at the den's entrance. He got to his feet and started to walk away from the den. Small grey-tipped ears perked up as he spotted a caterpillar. "Oooo," Charon cooed at the furry critter, splashed in bright toxic colours. He watched as it moved up the trunk of a tree, ever-slowly retracting and stretching itself, with deep interest.