Stavanger Bay It's coming at me like a burning flame

Charon did not fully grasp what had happened with the shift of power in the Bay (and mostly, he did not understand why it had happened). It was hard for him to think of Thistle and Ragnar as anything but the Alphas of the Bay. He had not asked either of them about it, however, because he felt like maybe it was something he was supposed to understand and he did not want to appear dumb asking about it. Thistle was often busy, as was Ragnar, and though Thistle had been nothing but good to Charon, he often felt a sort of distance between them.

When Charon caught Thistle Cloud's scent on the wind, he hesitated for a moment before following it. He found her digging, and was confused by this. "Hi," Charon barked softly in greeting as he approached, as not to startle her in her concentration. He held his stance neutral, head low, and watched Thistle digging. "What're you digging?" He didn't really understand what she was doing, as they had a den already; but maybe she was making a cache for more food, since winter was far from over.