Stavanger Bay talking bodies

Slight powerplay. If you'd rather I change it, I can! Feel free to power play Jorunn as needed! <3

Jorunn's presumptions superiority complex ran in the family, though it would seem that it came more from Eitri than it had Ragnar — not that Jorunn would ever get the chance to know that. Stories of his namesake had followed Ragnar to his grave, and the man that he was named after would remain nothing more than an enigma, if Ragnar had ever told Thistle of Eitri, that was, same as with Floki, himself. Fitting that the twins of Ragnar Lodbrok were named after the two most important wolves in his life: his father and best friend. There was a brief moment when Jorunn was bowed low, rump wiggling in the air to invite Floki to join him in a game in which he grew distracted by the rustle of the tall grasses around the mouth of the birthing den, before the movement of Floki going into the tell-tale bow of play position recaptured Jorunn's flighty attention. 

Jorunn studied Floki, but after realizing that his twin was allowing him to make the first move, a peal of laughter proceeded the bunch of his muscles as they pulled taunt seconds before he launched himself at Floki like he was going to wrestle him before he stopped short, simply to bop his brother lightly on his nose with his paw. “TAGGGG!” Jorunn screamed, ears pining back to his skull before he took off.