Stavanger Bay life is like a box of chocolates

"Yeah, better we do it in spring," Charon agreed, even though he didn't know what spring was like at all. The truth of the matter was that he would much rather just chat about the stars and the sky rather than learn to swim, and anyway, swimming just reminded him of the snooty ass that was probably still sulking and being whiny at the beach.

Aesop made star lore out to be just something small, but Charon's eyes widened as it was mentioned. "I love the stars," he went on to talk, the earlier mishaps nearly completely forgotten as per a youth's fleeting mind. "I uh, learned a story about a giant who died and whose eyes were put in the sky as a respect to his daughter. I think it's a viking story," said Charon, and he looked at Aesop to see if he recognised the story at all. "That's kinda all I know. And I like to just sit and look at the stars at night. It's almost like they're trying to tell me stuff." He wasn't sure what the stars were trying to tell him, but surely some day he would. Charon would eagerly await that day while learning about the stories they had shared with other wolves.