Stavanger Bay and every minute gets longer

Aw, poor you :(

The answer to Charon's demand was unexpected, even though perhaps it should not have been. Had this visitor known nothing about Verrine, he wouldn't have called for the ghost, after all. When the wolf said that Verrine was his brother, Charon's eyes widened in visible surprise. He couldn't grasp an answer right away, and his lifted tail dropped (though not consciously so) while he stood in awkward uncertainty. Many possible answers flitted through his mind — "how do I know you're not lying", "then why did he never tell us about you" and "I have an uncle? Cool!" among them — and he couldn't pick which one to say right away.

In the end, Charon picked none of them. With a bitter tone in his awkward adolescent voice he hoarsely said, "Well, you're too late, he's dead." Technically, it wasn't for sure that he was dead, but since even Ragnar and Thistle assumed Verrine to be dead, Charon thought it easiest to do so too.

There was no use clinging on to stupid childish hope that their family would one day be whole again. His mother had been ripped apart, so she would never be anywhere but between the stars, and his siblings and father were 'gone'; which probably meant they were dead, too. It was easier not to keep hoping. "Who are you and where do you live? Why didn't you visit sooner?" Charon demanded (he'd intended to ask, but somehow it came out as a demand). There was a bitter expression on his face, as though he somehow blamed this wolf for his father's disappearance and likely death. Grief was always easier to deal with when you had someone to blame.