Stavanger Bay hyperparadise

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When Charon had finished his line of accusations, the stranger made himself tall and puffy and bared his teeth. Charon was frightened by this, instinctively wanting to recoil, give up, and let the stranger win the spat. He probably would have, had he been able to smell that the stranger was actually an inhabitant of the Bay. However, because Charon believed that all Bay inhabitants were super nice to him all the time, no matter how he behaved (because so far, they had been), he just couldn't believe that this wolf was actually someone who lived in the Bay. Besides, the stranger even admitted to being guilty! As the stranger said 'so what if I did', Charon let out a gasp, as though he had just unveiled an evil mastermind's plan to take over Stavanger Bay.

This caused Charon to keep his dominant stance and baring his own teeth, even though it was evident from his eyes that he was nervous and frightened. If this were really a trespasser, he'd have to chase him away; and since the stranger just confirmed that maybe he did just swim here and didn't actually belong to the Bay, Charon wanted to chase him out, though he had no idea how and if he would manage.

He was as startled as the stranger when he heard another new voice. This wolf's voice sounded much friendlier, and as Charon sniffed the air he soon found out that he actually did smell like Thistle, so he was likely a new wolf in the pack. The adult looked fairly impressive and commanded respect, much more so than the stranger. Charon hoped that the adult Bay wolf would listen to him. "I was gonna chase this trespasser out!" Charon compellingly said to the Bay wolf, and he looked back at the stranger. "He doesn't smell like anything 'cause of the sea and he just admitted that he just swimmed here! When the stranger said 'none of your business, old man', Charon gasped and said to the Bay wolf, "And he was also super rude! See, there he does it again! And all the Bay wolves are nice so I'm not sure he's even a Bay wolf at all!" With a compelling look on his face, Charon turned to the Bay wolf, hoping that he'd help; alone, Charon could never chase out the stranger, he had come to realise, although he would have given it a try if it had been needed.