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

Charon knew very little about plants. The only thing he knew, really, was that thing that that one wolf, Scarlett, had told him about the giant trees that grew in Ravensblood Forest. Other than that, he didn’t get very far past ‘they grow, and some are pretty and some aren’t’. While they did not interest him as much as some of the other Naturalist stuff – Reading stars! Watching weather! Talking fancy-like about aforementioned things like a boss! – he supposed it was a good thing to learn about all of the aspects of being a Naturalist, so that he would become a very well-rounded one.

After Thistle finished speaking, Charon said, ”I would love to learn more ‘bout plants!” His tail wagged lightly as he spoke, though he did not consciously notice this himself. Then, in response to Thistle’s question, Charon answered, ”I like looking at the stars a lot. Someone said they could be read so I’d like to wanna learn more about that. I wonder what they would tell me.” Charon didn’t really understand in which way the stars could be read, exactly, but he figured that if you could read them, it meant that they said something, or at least that you got information out of the reading. Like when someone read your face and they could tell how you felt. Maybe he could tell what the stars were thinking or how they felt too if he studied hard enough.