Sea Lion Shores with arms wide open

Charon's ears perked up when the call was returned. Though he hadn't heard the pups howl often, he thought to recognise Flóki's voice, and a warm feeling flooded him at the thought of seeing his younger sibling again. Charon quickened his pace, winced as it was disappointing that his limbs were still too stiff for much speed increase, and started to make his way in his brother's direction. Charon had grown used to being injured and didn't even consider that the patches of missing fur and fresh scabs, as well as the larger healing wounds across his right shoulder and back, might startle any of his pack mates.

"Flóks!" Charon said with a broad smile on his face as his brother came into view eventually. He approached with a brisk trot, though there was stiffness in his every movement as his muscles were still recovering.