Stavanger Bay I don't know how I feel anymore

Gunnar's mind briefly touched upon the youths that were staying with him and his parents. Though truth be known he was thinking of finding his own den to sleep in. Not because he didn't want his family around, but because he was growing larger and his parents would be having a new brood he imagined soon enough. He felt bad for the little ones of Julooke and Verrine. They were so adrift he supposed was the only word for it. At least the two that were left. Two out of four he supposed that wasn't so bad after all nature was a cruel mistress.

He had noticed Charon's scent among the borders, but it was weak and stale. Almost as if he just walked across it to look, but always turned back. Gunnar figured if he had lost all of his family but one member he would be curious too. After all what kept taking them.

Gunnar's overly large ears swiveled towards the sound of someone. He smiled and chuffed back. hello Charon! What are you doing out here my fine fellow?