Stavanger Bay bleak world

this is my last post ^^ thanks for the thread :D

Charon was happy that at least Ragnar was trying to answer the many questions the boy had. He really wanted to know where his parents were and, most of all, why they were 'gone'. He knew they weren't here, because he and his siblings had been moved from the den (although a small part of him still wondered if maybe, just maybe, if he'd go to the den they would just be there, waiting for him, telling him how much they'd missed him).

Ragnar explained that they were gone because it was Fate. Charon was confused, wondering who this 'Fate' person was. If he'd ever meet them, he would be sure to tell them what he thought of them for taking his parents and brother away from him.

With a sigh that sounded like the little boy carried the weight of the world on his shoulders, he unfolded his paws from underneath his body, rose and padded over to Ragnar and the other sleeping wolves in the den. Charon carefully settled himself near Ragnar's hind legs, not wanting to be too close but neither too far away, walked a small round before settling himself on the ground, and closed his eyes. " 'Night," he mumbled before drifting off to sleep, dreaming of his parents and a place in time when they were still here.