I dream of Polar night

For someone, who had lost his parents at early age, Charon had a very good idea of, what parents should be. If Thistle and Ragnar had taught him that then Osprey felt the deepest respect for both of them. Religions and beliefs aside there were family values that remained the same in every pack (or should). And at the very moment, while she was listening carefully to, how Charon gave the finishing touches to the story, she regretted that she would not be there to see him grow up, that she was in no way related to him, to have an excuse to visit him frequently. He was an interesting child and had a promising future ahead of him and she wished she could be part of it.

However, when her stay here would come to an end (and she knew that the time was near), so would any ties with the kid, therefore she decided to put all sullen thoughts aside for now and enjoy his company, while she still could. Judging by the particular scents of Ragnar and Thistle growing stronger, they weren't far from the den. Unknowingly, while spending their time, making up a story, they had walked quite a long way. "That's very nice. Drake lived happily ever after, until it was time for the next adventure," she finished, adding a bit of "to be continued...", because this troll had a potential for more stories. Especially now that he was "magicked". "We are almost there," she told Charon with a bit of a regret in her voice. "Would you like to hear about, what happened to Drake some other time?"