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Thistle began telling Charon about plants, and Charon looked at her wide-eyed while he listened. He never knew about bees, though he didn't really remember ever seeing any bees. He had heard about them from other wolves once or twice, but imagined them much different than they actually were, probably. The fact that they made something tasty called honey made them a bit more positive in Charon's books, though. "Really? Cool! Can we go look for uhm, honey sometime??" he asked with his previous unbridled enthusiasm, and he looked expectantly at Thistle.

When she told him about stars, he nodded excitedly a couple of times. Saena had told him some of the things she mentioned, about stories in the stars. He didn't think so since she did not begin any of them, but Charon asked Thistle, "Do you know any of the stories?" Although he figured that if he looked hard enough, maybe he would be able to figure out the stories himself, too. He had enough imagination for it, surely, though they might not be the same stories as the ones everyone else was seeing.