Stavanger Bay I don't know how I feel anymore

Charon was glad that Gunnar seemed excited to go on an adventure with him, and didn't seem too bummed that Charon wasn't actually patrolling. His little tail wagged to show his excitement, and he nodded eagerly, wondering what sort of adventures Gunnar would take him on. It could be anywhere, but that was the best part about adventures. "Where we goin'?" he asked Gunnar excitedly, hoping it would be somewhere good — or better yet, a surprise.

Gunnar told Charon about different packs existing, and he listened inquisitively with his oversized ears cupped forward. He took in the information and after a short silence he asked carefully, "Gunnar, what's an, uhm... an evil?" He knew when things were good, but he wasn't quite sure what 'evil' was. He guessed it was the opposite of good, and wondered if it meant that all the wolves there were naughty and never did as they were told.