Stavanger Bay when the sky turns grey

When Charon heard another voice, he startled. He looked over his shoulder and saw another wolf, one he hadn't yet met. She smelled enough of Thistle Cloud and didn't seem hostile, however, so she was probably just a new addition to the Bay. Charon felt embarrassed, and he hoped she hadn't heard him talk to Drake (and with this embarrassment he felt guilty; in the past he would have instantly introduced other wolves to Drake, rather than feeling stupid for talking to an imaginary troll). She didn't seem to have, though.

"Yeah, sure," said Charon, and then his curiosity came rolling in. "Are you new here? I didn't see you before. Who are you?" At six months of age, Charon looked pretty much like an adult, but his mannerisms were still youthful and betrayed his adolescence, as well as small details in his appearance such as a general lack in balance and strength. "I'm Charon."