Stavanger Bay if you've got nothing nice to say

It was nice to see his sister be enthusiastic about anything at all. Charon's tail wagged briefly as he watched his sister look a little more lively as she agreed to his plan. Even if they'd get into trouble, it would still be worth it in the end, even if just to see Liyaní's eyes spark with life again. Charon wasn't sure at all where to begin in the quest to finding their old home, but he would give it his best shot, since it concerned the happiness of his sibling.

When Liyaní said they needed to be quiet, Charon nodded solemnly. "Yeah," he whispered at her. Even though he didn't know where to start, Charon decided he'd just have to give it a try and lead the way, since Liyaní was expectantly looking to him for guidance.

He wandered into the forests on the side of the den's clearing, trying to remember how they'd got here, but he didn't remember. Charon gestured for his sister to follow as he lead into the forest and away from the den. "D'ya know where?" he asked her while he padded, figuring that, even though he didn't like admitting defeat, he may as well enlist his sister's help if she knew anything more than he. All he knew to follow was a scent track of Ragnar that he found, but he wasn't sure if it would lead them to the right place.

The two pups went on a search for the den, though they never found it and never got very far. They returned to Ragnar and Thistle's den again and fell asleep, sad that they weren't able to find their parental den.