I dream of Polar night

Charon watched as the female looked at him and, instead of answering his question, fired another question right back at him. He tilted his head and said, "You din't answer my question.", though there was no indignancy in his voice that betrayed he really needed the answer. He noticed that adults did this more often, when they would ask you a question rather than answer yours.

Then Charon answered, "Yes." He looked up at the stars. There were loads of them there, so many wolves must've died and gone to the stars. "I dunno which one tho." But it didn't really matter, he supposed. He liked the thought that she was out there somewhere, watching over him.

Charon looked at Osprey with a sad expression on his face that mirrored how he felt when thinking of his lost family. "I miss Ma," he confided in her as he looked at her face through watery, emotional eyes, searching for eye contact and, most of all, sympathy, his bottom lip a little wobbly.