Horizon Ridge As clear as the hook in a sweet serenade

When Osprey mentioned that she had been on her way to see him, Charon's tail wagged excitedly. He hadn't expected it after she had left the Bay, because from what he understood her home was pretty far away, but despite the distance, she had come to see him anyway. He couldn't have been happier; there wasn't anyone (safe perhaps his deceased and lost family members) that he would rather have met up here on Horizon Ridge.

Charon didn't actually hear that he had grown up much. Most wolves he encountered were his pack mates, who saw him every day, or single encounters, who didn't know how tiny he had once been (or didn't care). "Yeah, I hear it all the time," lied Charon about the growing-up-thing with a bob of his head. He was still learning how to use his seemingly giant legs now, but overall, it was more convenient to be taller, so he didn't mind (and in his head he didn't look awkward at all, anyway).

He grinned and started to tell Osprey his and Drake's life story ever since they had last seen the storytelling Plateau wolf. "Me 'n Drake have been pretty cool. I started training as a Naturalist so I'm learning to predict the weather by telling clouds and reading the stories in the stars and trying hard to have dreams about cool stuff. Oh, and things about plants and crabs and berries and stuff." Charon smiled and looked at Osprey. He didn't know much about courtesy, being at a very self-centered age, so it didn't even occur to Charon it might be polite to ask how she had been or show his appreciation for her long trip over here. Looking at the pile of rocks, Charon said, "The view is cool, isn't it?" He'd only been here once before, and had been in total awe at the view at the time. Since Osprey had come from up there, he figured she'd just been admiring the view when he had come across her.