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For the first time, Kjalarr noted the tense atmosphere in the small spaces around Caiaphas and Whittier — but was left clueless as to what had caused it as his arrival had came after the Frostfur's (accidental?) dominance display. He glimpsed between the two for a contemplative moment, nearly cringing when Whittier spoke his old name. The name of the boy had long ago drowned in the Sea. In fact, he'd been Kjalarr so long that he wondered if anything was even left of “Jorunn”. Despite that he accepted that the Frostfurs addressed him as it, it was strange to hear it spoke aloud, nevertheless. “Actually, Whittier, I go by Kjalarr now.” He informed him gently, wondering if this meant he might, eventually, get around to correcting Floki and the others so they all addressed him by the name that he'd been going by for months.

His gaze moved to his coywolf queen when she inquired as to if Kjalarr knew Whittier. “He's my brother,” Kjalarr told her. Blood or not didn't matter to the Norseman. He'd grown up with Whittier and thus the Frostfur was his brother. He shifted his weight then and looked back to Whittier expectantly.

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