Moonspear words are weapons

When the howl went up, Charon was just patrolling and so he was quick to get his feet moving in the howl's direction. With how fresh their claim was, Charon was alert when it came to outsiders, and although rude trespassers usually didn't howl he wanted to make sure that he went to greet them just in case something went awry. Tail was lifted and head carried proudly as Charon trotted on towards the howl's direction, trailing along the edges of Moonspear's forested slopes to get there.

Charon left the trees when he came near enough to see a figure emerge in the distance. Much to his surprise, he saw Flóki standing there. His dominance instantly shed off his body as he noticed this, feeling confused and weirded out now, looking at his brother, yet it also didn't look like his brother at all. "Fuck," Charon hissed when he noticed that Flóki's nose was wounded. The call hadn't sounded like Flóki, though, although now that he thought of it, it had carried a resemblance to Flóki's voice; but it was far from the same at the same time. Maybe his voice was so different because he'd gotten brutally assaulted by some thing or another. Charon's heartbeat quickened and he felt oddly panicked, something that didn't happen to him often, as he rushed towards the figure in the distance.

As he approached, Charon called out to his brother: "Flóki, the fuck happened to your —" And at that moment he drew near enough to see another Flóki just around the corner of a bunch of stray trees sticking out from the forest's treeline. Charon halted, ears splayed in confusion as he watched between the twin brothers, and then it clicked. And suddenly, it felt as though a miracle had happened and brought his brother back to him... Somehow. In a rare moment, Charon was lost for words, and so he just stood and stared as Flóki was the one to bring forth their brother's name in question.