Duskfire Glacier i'd jump in front of a train for you

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When Charon had been in Emberwood and had seen the lights of the fading sun shine on the glacier, he knew for sure that he was heading towards the right glacier. It was a good thing (or a bad one, depending on your point of view) that Duskfire Glacier was such a unique place, and that Charon had met Scarlett and they'd talked about how it was to live on a glacier; it was unlikely that Charon would've found any other pack this easily.

Exhausted and unkempt from travelling for days and sleeping poorly out of his safe home, the five months old Ostrega finally arrived at the borders of the Glacier's lands. There was a river there, and it took the Stavanger Bay youth a little bit to find the right place to cross it, where it was shallow and easier to cross. He remembered being taught to swim by Spectra at a river much closer to home, and suddenly Charon felt alone and stupid, being all the way out here with a dumb quest to return home a brother that he hadn't seen for the majority of his life. He just wanted to be home and curl up with Levi, Thistle, Ragnar and Gunnar. Charon swallowed dryly as he paced back and forth along the borders, and then decided that this was no time to be a coward. Spectra had asked him if he wasn't afraid of anything, and he said there was nothing he was scared of. When all of this was over, he would return home with Kevlyn, and Levi would be happy again, and everything would be better. Thinking about how Scarlett had come to their borders to try and take Levi made Charon furious, and he wondered if he would see her again.

Thinking about how the Duskfire wolves might've hurt or killed Kev made Charon's blood boil. It was almost as if they had single-handedly torn his family apart and had not only taken Kevlyn, but also taken his parents and sister. There probably would've been a much better way to go about this, considering that he was alone, but in his inexperience in life and his anger, Charon threw his head back and howled, calling out for the bastards that had taken Kevlyn from him. It was a song filled with emotion and anger. When he finished the call, Charon stepped into the forest next to the river he had crossed. His body language was clear, tail and head carried high, the hairs in his neck and along his back bristled. He was in over his head and blinded by his emotions. Somehow, Charon thought that killing the wolves that had taken Kevlyn from him would make the tragedy his family had gone through better, would make the pain go away.

He couldn't be further from the truth.