Stavanger Bay and every minute gets longer

Mordecai didn't really respond to the things that Charon said, not that Charon could see, anyway. It sort of frustrated him. He didn't really want his uncle's sympathy, but neither did he want... this. A glimpse of caring would have been nice.

The comment caught Charon off-guard. "What?" he queried, until he realised that Mordecai gestured at the healing wounds in his neck. "Oh... Sort of. I was attacked by a monster when I tried to get Kevlyn back a few weeks ago. Kev' was Levi's twin brother and he just looks like he feels incomplete—" Charon abruptly stopped when he realised he was starting to open up to Mordecai, because he didn't even want to tell him all about what had happened. He decided to conveniently leave out that he'd been saved by a mystery wolf who was very likely dead by now as he continued, "But I didn't find him and the monster hurt me before I could get aw—" He paused very briefly before clearing his throat and correcting, "A good chunk out of him and made him flee with his tail between his legs." He looked at Mordecai, secretly hoping to find traces of praise on his face. Surely this brave heroic story should be enough to make him proud?