Stavanger Bay If it wiggles and it jiggles and it says boo

When Thistle called, Charon had followed some or other family member — one of his siblings or Ragnar's family — to the location. He didn't really understand much of what was going on but, seeing that others of his family had done things with feathers and colours in their fur, Charon brought a feather in his mouth and had splashed some mud over his freckled face. It didn't look like much of a dress-up — more like he'd just got dirty playing in a puddle of mud — but it was the best the young child could do.

He wasn't sure what the intention of the festivity was, and wasn't sure if it was a good thing, but as soon as he arrived and saw the pile of food, he was excited and forgot all his earlier worries and uncertainties.

Forgetting that it was actually a part of his dressing-up, Charon padded over to the pile of food on oversized paws and dropped his feather on the pile. He looked like he was very proud of his "catch", as though he was greatly contributing to the pack and its wealth by adding his one feather to the pile of many foods. Eyeing Thistle, Charon queried, "I can has?" clearly — in his mind, anyway — speaking about the catches the pack had brought together. He saw a squirrel in the pile that he wanted to play with, but he wasn't sure it would be okay.