Stavanger Bay and every minute gets longer

There was a thin smile on Mordecai's face, but it was anyone's guess what he was really thinking. Charon hated that his uncle was so stoic, didn't give away much of what he was thinking or feeling. It would've been easier if they had met in a more neutral place, if they'd been able to get acquainted before Charon had found out that Mordecai was his uncle. But, as things were, that hadn't happened.

The question that followed next was weird to Charon. Why did he even care where the monster'd been? It was evident on Charon's face that he thought this a strange thing to ask after while he replied. "I dunno, in some field near a glacier. It was like thr— four times my size and had short hair with lots of scars and red laser eyes, and looked sort of like a mutated wolf or something. Good thing I'm super brave so I was able to fight it off." Even though Mordecai seemed unresponsive to his heroic stories, Charon couldn't help himself.

Even though he didn't want to admit it, Charon was growing curious about Mordecai and through his bitterness shone his curiosity. "Do you have a mate and pups too?"