Stavanger Bay bleak world

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Ragnar seemed pleased about Charon trying to repeat his own name, even if the praise was not as abundant as that of his parents before they had gone, every time he would say something remotely like a word. Though Charon's face did not betray the tiny smile he felt inside, his tail did; it thumped against the ground a few times as he was praised.

Ragnar's stare made Charon feel a little uncomfortable, though he could not quite place why, and he averted his gaze in automatic respect for his Alpha and guardian. Ragnar did not respond right away at Charon's "no", but when he did it was in the form of a question - sort of - by echoing Charon's "no" back, a questionmark attached. Charon did not really understand why, and, paired with the new living situation, he felt self-conscious and unsure how to respond to Ragnar's query. He thought "no" was a response to stuff, and the fact that it could also be a question caught him off-guard.

"Um," Charon mumbled, and he momentarily looked up to Ragnar, before respectfully averting his gaze again. "Chu — um — Chuwron?" He hadn't quite meant to phrase it like a question, because he wanted to answer the question that he was asked; from observing conversation he'd found that when someone asked questions, the other answered. Because he wasn't very trained in this art yet, Charon responded with one of the few words he yet knew — his name — attempting to succeed at conversation.