Moonspear words are weapons

:O

There was a howl, and although Floki was still a youth, he pricked his ears and moved to answer it. Moonspear was as much his as it was Charon's and Amekaze's, and he knew that his older brother appreciated the effort he put into taking care of their new packlands. He moved with confidence along the rocky ridges, following a path that had been well-worn over the last few weeks; it felt as though he had called the mountain home for much longer than it had really been.

Floki's paws hit flat ground and he accelerated, loping through the thick outcropping of trees that stood at the peak's base. Some of the branches had lost their leaves, but others promised to hold onto them throughout the winter, providing a patchwork of shadows and moonlight. Through the greenery, he spotted a flash of silver and began to draw himself up. The Xi was tall and lanky, since he spent most of his time traveling and exploring rather than sparring or training to fight, but he still liked to think he cut an impressive figure.

He emerged from the treeline and his breath hitched in his throat as his gaze landed on the caller. The wolf was very nearly a mirror image of himself, right down to his sandy legs. He was at first bewildered as he came to a halt, hackles bristling, but his mind slowly caught up with him. Jorunn. While his long-lost twin might have forgotten his past, his memory warped by trauma, Floki thought often of Jorunn -- though seeing him in the flesh made his blood run cold. He had watched the sea carry his brother away and had thought him dead; how had he survived?

After a long pause, Floki spoke, his voice cracking with uncertainty. "Jorunn?"