Firefly Glen in the name of carrying the world on your back

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Kjalarr need not call for his brother; the invisible tether that strung them together gave a tug, and Floki felt it. There was an inexplicable turmoil within him, and when he could not immediately identify its cause, he realized that it likely belonged to his twin. He wasn't yet ready to set off on his next trip to the coast, though his paws drew him into unclaimed territory nonetheless.

It was uncanny, the way the cold wind brought him Kjalarr's scent. He smiled and forged ahead, into Firefly Glen, while wondering what had brought his brother so far inland. Kjalarr's agitation was visible even from afar; the viking moved back and forth, walking a straight line with no real destination. Floki called out to him as he approached: "Brother!" Despite all they had been through and their seemingly perpetual separation, there was a feeling of relief that washed over Floki as soon as he set eyes on Kjalarr.