Stavanger Bay and every minute gets longer

Charon ignored the excuses that his uncle sent his way; he didn't care for them. He considered replying snarkily, but in the end just ignored them. It was easier than to bicker over petty things, as it wouldn't change whether or not he had been visited. Charon would normally ask about the pack that he used to take after, but his curiosity was currently quenched by his bitterness. It didn't help that he'd returned home recently from a trip that had changed a great deal about Charon and his life.

Mordecai asked for his mother and siblings, and Charon visibly hesitated whether or not he would tell. It only occured to him in that moment that Mordecai did know that he was Verrine's son. Charon looked at Mordecai with held back emotion as he slowly said, "I saw my mother get ripped to pieces by a giant bear. Thanks for reminding me." Charon had of course not been there when Julooke had been killed, but in his experience stories tended to hit home a little harder, and ensured all eyes were on you and your sad story, when you added more interesting (and usually, interesting meant sad) details.

"Kevlyn and Liyaní were taken away, they're probably dead too. It's just me and Levi now. I pretty much raised him." Normally the story of his life was great for gaining sympathy and getting attention, but somehow Charon didn't care that much for attention or approval of his long-lost uncle. He just added a couple of details, and left out others (like how Ragnar and Thistle were practically their parents, rather than Charon single-handedly raising Levi) to look cooler, but not because he wanted attention; just because he wanted to look tough and show his uncle that he'd made it even without his family's nurturing touch.