Stavanger Bay hyperparadise

Yes, feel free to join in whenever, Aesop! :D

Also, I think puberty is starting to knock on someone's door. *feels sorry for Atreyu*

It was strange for Charon to receive so much resistance from a wolf within his pack. He was used to giving respect only to Thistle and Ragnar most of the time, and beside that, most wolves thought him to be brilliant and creative anyway, so they usually didn't mind much if he made himself tall or take their personal space. When the stranger said 'No' (even though Charon was pretty sure he had been swimming — the liar!) and curled his lip upward, Charon instinctively backed off a little and pinned his ears back, his tail falling.

As soon as he had responded this way, however, Charon realised that he wasn't going to let this noob tell him what to do. He raised his head again, large childish ears flopping upward and towards the stranger, and his tail rised above his back. Even though he was still clearly an adolescent, to be seen by the awkward manner in which his lanky limbs moved and his overall youthful appearance, the four-months-old youth was growing rapidly in height (though not reaching the stranger's height yet; which only caused Charon to want to try harder to look big, puffy, tall and dominant). "You can't tell me what to do, noob! And you can't tell me what I should or shouldn't be able to do, 'cause I wouldn't ask you to teach me if I could already do it, [size=9]duh[/size]!" Charon boldly shouted at the stranger.

"And I'm not sure you're from around here anyway, 'cause I can't smell Thistle anywhere on you and you're not being nice like every other wolf who lives here is! You probably just swimmed here!" Charon then uncurled his lip, showing his teeth, testing the boundaries. At this point he was pretty much convinced he had unconvered a dangerous trespasser (if not only for the fact that his own mind didn't want this to be a Bay wolf, because he only wanted cool and friendly wolves in the pack).