the things you can't have

Charon excitedly followed when the Alpha told him to come along. His tail wagged in uncontained excitement while he looked around as they trailed through Silvertip Mountain's lands. He craned his neck left and right to see all of the things the territory offered; almost all of it was super much different from Stavanger Bay, so how could he ever spot all of the differences? There were hardly any similarities.

"Wooow, this is sooo different from my home," Charon excitedly told FitzDutiful as they walked. "We don't have a lot of mountains and stuff, and the ones that are there aren't very climbable at all." He thought of the cliffs that rose on the sides of Stavanger Bay's territories, which were so straight that you couldn't find a path up.

When they passed through a cave, Charon said, "Wow, it's so dark in here! That is so cool! I bet there's all sorts of trolls and dragons and wererats living in caves like these! But don't be scared, I'm super brave!" His youthful mind drifted off the subject of Naturalism here, his imagination taking over as he was plunged into the darkness of the cave. But despite his tall stories, Charon made sure to stick close to FitzDutiful as long as they were in the caves, and would only take a bit more distance again once they were sent back into the brightness of day. "You never think of how nice it is to see things until you stopped seeing tihngs," Charon observed, his voice filled with childish wonder, as he was a child that always longed to discover and learn about everything and anything and how it all worked.