Stavanger Bay I don't know how I feel anymore

Charon considered asking what ‘hibernating’ was, but he ended up dropping the subject of bears. Maybe when they weren’t ‘hibernating’ anymore – whenever that was – Charon could ask Gunnar to help him find a bear, or he could just do it on his own. Charon would do anything to prove how tough he was, and he wasn’t aware of any potential dangers; he was pretty darn tough and brave, after all. Charon imagined that any bear would tuck its tail and run at the sight of him, anyway.

Impatient Charon followed Gunnar as they made it through to the center of the pack’s territories, where they found a waterfall. “Ooooh,” Charon breathlessly exclaimed as he looked down from the terrifying height at the crashing waterfall and the surrounding forest.

It was a funny thought to Charon that you’d name a place after someone called ‘Pump’ ‘Shield Maiden’s Sorrow’. He wasn’t entirely sure what a shield maiden was, but he was pretty sure that if you named something after someone else, their name was supposed to be in it. “What are shield maidens?” asked Charon curiously, his ears cupped towards Gunnar while his eyes occasionally darted to the impressive mass of waterfall.