Stavanger Bay shark bait

Charon agreed with a dark frown in silence as Thistle growled at the thought of bears. Charon had always considered himself quite the bear-beater, but standing eye in eye with an actual bear had changed everything. They were a lot tougher than he had thought, and maybe in a way, the encounter with the bear had been a shedding of Charon's youth; he'd been confronted with the real world, a realisation that it was not the way that it was in his adventures.

They needed to be exterminated, but the pack was with few and Charon didn't trust they could do it with what they had. Three-legged Atreyu would probably not be of much use; not until he started to use his legs better again. Thistle, though pissed off, had been sad for a long time, and Levi was far from a fighter. They didn't have the wolves to do it right now. Some day, though, he would kill a bear.

The young Beta followed in silence while Thistle Cloud supported Atreyu towards the herb caches where she would be able to treat him. As he looked at Atreyu, the picture reel in his mind kept replaying the scene where the bear tore off the limb with a sickening crack. Charon shuddered, and instinctively reached out to nip Flóki's ear. It must've been terrible for him, too.

sounds good :)