Stavanger Bay I don't know how I feel anymore

Gunnar was friendly as usually, and didn't seem very disturbed by Charon's pride. As Gunnar greeted him with 'fine fellow', Charon's tail wagged in excitement. He was sad that he had to miss his own family, but at least he still had Levi and they could stay with Ragnar, Thistle and Gunnar. Ragnar and Thistle had been kind to him, even if they were often busy leading the pack and could not give him the same dedication they could their own children.

Gunnar asked him what he was doing out here, and it was evident that Charon needed to think before he could answer the question; probably because he just didn't know why. The borders intrigued Charon because of his missing family members, but also because he was a curious adventurer at heart. "Patrollin'," he answered at first, even if it was sort-of a lie. It was the word he heard others use when they'd go to the borders, and he knew it was something that added value to his presence here. Then he added, ".. Adventurin'..", a little more bashful, hoping that being out here adventuring rather than patrolling wouldn't make his presence here any less wanted.

Charon looked past the borders curiously and then looked at Gunnar inquisitively as he asked, "Where do the Others come from? They got packs like ours?" He tried to shape his image of the world around Stavanger Bay; perhaps because he wanted to find his lost family members, or perhaps simply because he was an ever-curious child.