Stavanger Bay hyperparadise

Charon was glad that the Bay wolf believed him when he said that he had caught a possible trespasser. He even asked for back-up (which didn't surprise Charon that much, considering he was pretty awesome, so of course the Bay wolf wanted his back-up). "Yes sir!" Charon agreed to the Bay wolf's request for back-up, and he turned his attention back to the sea-wolf stranger quickly. To Charon, the thought that he might have swum all the way here wasn't strange at all, considering he knew very little about swimming and how far a wolf could swim and if it was possible to swim all the way around the rocks that separated the Bay from the rest of the ocean and shores.

The Bay wolf asked the stranger what was going on here, and Charon nodded vigorously, as every good back-up should. "Yeah, what's goin' on here!" echoed Charon, trying his best to assist the Bay wolf in the interrogation. The stranger answered by saying 'nothing' while looking super angry, which to Charon was only more admission of guilt. First of all, no one was ever doing 'nothing', so saying that 'nothing' was going on here was a blatant lie. And secondly, the angry stature of the stranger betrayed that he felt cornered, which to Charon was only more proof that he was guilty.

The stranger said he was no trespasser, and Charon rolled his eyes. "He's lying!" he loudly said to the Bay wolf. " 'cause if he is a Bay wolf he'd be nice, like you!" And there was nothing nice about the stranger that Charon could find. As the stranger raised his tail and glowered down at Charon, he was torn between following instinct and submitting and chasing him off. The latter was the easier option now that he had a competent adult at his side, but Charon didn't want to appear meek. Besides, he just wasn't used to being wrong; everyone pretty much always just played along with Charon's fantasy stories where he was ominpotent and awesome and all sorts of shades of cool, so he wasn't used to anyone down-talking him like this.

"I'm not! You're rude. Super rude!" Charon rose his tail and glared up at the stanger, his heart thudding in his chest, and he told himself to stay brave. "And why don't you prove you're not a trespasser? If you were reaaally a Bay wolf you wouldn't be rude about it and you would just be, like, 'oh, sorry sirs, I just like I dunno washed myself in the sea so that you can't smell mom — um, Thistle — anymore'." Charon felt awkward for accidentally saying 'mom' instead of Thistle (it felt almost like he was betraying his mother), but he quickly corrected the mistake and kept glaring at the stranger, counting on Cool Bay Wolf Guy to back him up.