Moonspear words are weapons

It didn't take long for things to click in Charon's mind when he came into view of both wolves, catching the tail end of their conversation and having Flóki confirm what he already suspected. It was so strange and surrealistic for this to happen; first Osprey, and now Jorunn stood before him. It was almost as though Kevlyn and Liyaní might show up on their doorstep tomorrow. Maybe they'd bring Levi, and maybe even his father... Although he was pretty sure his mother would remain torn apart by a bear. Still, he remembered that Ragnar had said they were dead, and that was what had made Charon easily believe wolves like Jorunn and Osprey were dead, too. But they weren't. Jorunn stood right in front of him.

"The fuck you mean, 'you're not Jorunn'?!" Charon said, eyes narrowing as he looked around, almost as though expecting other wolves to be shadowing Jorunn. "Of course you are! Man, I can't believe you're back, little bro!" Charon's expression softened then and he closed the gap between himself and Jorunn, galloping up to his brother and bumping his head against Jorunn's neck, if he would let Charon, in a short but affectionate gesture. Jorunn was back, and there was no way in hell Charon was going to let anything tear the twins apart again.