Stavanger Bay hyperparadise

this will be my last post if no one goes after him :-) thanks for the super interesting thread - unlike Charon, i loved every word of this. ♥

The disappointment in the Bay wolf's voice and expression was vivid, and it made Charon feel even more horrible. He didn't want to apologise, especially because stupidface the stranger wolf who wasn't nice at all refused to apologise too. Maybe if he had apologised first, Charon would've realised that he should have just got on with it and apologised first, and maybe he would've learned a valuable life lesson he could apply later on in life; but for now, his stiff upper lip remained very stiff. Even though there were many faults on his own, Charon did not see them and refused to believe he'd done anything wrong.

Charon's lip quivered as he watched the disappointed older Bay wolf, whom he just wanted to be liked by. His watery pupils stared up at the wolf from the corners of his eyes, leaving a streak of white underneath them. He was about to tell them about his tragic past, figuring that if nothing else, at least that should create some sympathy for him and make them forget all about the earlier altercations.

And then...

Oh, no!

Oh, yes; feeling intimidated by the two older wolves and completely out of his element, Charon felt a hot trinkle of pee run down his leg as his bladder protested against the uncomfortable situation. Unable to face the humility that would surely be caused by their reactions to this, Charon closed his eyes and started to awkwardly gallop across the beach, fully intending to get away from the situation and the humility. He let out low, quiet whines as he dashed away and into the forest, where he would look for solitude and try to forget about this shameful day.