I dream of Polar night

Being right was something that Charon loved to do, and the fact that the story was bent around his will and suggestions brought him much joy. He loved to help shape the story that Osprey was telling. In his mind, he imagined the wolf made out of clouds, and he imagined lots of wind and rain. He hadn't seen much lightning yet, though he had once or twice heard the crashes of thunder while he was inside the safe confines of the den.

The story continued, and Charon listened intently. Being made part of the story only made him listen even better. Charon said, "He got hit by a lightning!" He didn't know much about lightning, but he knew that it was dangerous to go out in it because it could hit you. "And and and uuuuuuuhm... Then he falled down and a bear saved Drake and and the bears made him better again!" Charon looked at Osprey as he made up the unlikely turn of events, tilted his head and finished with. ".. Right?"