Moonspear words are weapons

In classic Charon style, the Alpha addressed his younger brother brazenly. He strode right up to him, nudging Jorunn's shoulder by way of greeting. Floki, however, refrained from approaching, his gaze still fixed uncertainly on his mirror image. He narrowed his eyes, listening as the wolf formerly known as Jorunn attempted to explain what had happened to him, and why he no longer used his birth name.

Tevinter -- Kjalarr. The words sounded foreign to Floki's ears; he didn't like them. They didn't seem to fit. But he remained silent while Jorunn -- Tevinter, he corrected himself mentally -- detailed the events of the last few months. A pack had taken him in and raised him as their own. Floki felt relief coupled with jealousy. Who were these wolves -- Scimitar and Bazi Frostfur? They weren't his real family, though he supposed he should be thankful that they had cared for his brother.

The next words out of Tevinter's mouth caused Floki to bristle, however. He accused his siblings of not looking for him, of leaving him to die. "We did look for you," Floki replied quickly, his voice low and defensive. He had spent countless hours retracing his steps on that beach; he had been far too young to leave Stavanger Bay to search, but he knew Charon had done so and had come up empty-handed. Thistle Cloud, too, had looked -- in spite of her grief. He exhaled sharply through his nose, forcing himself to calm as Tevinter asked a veiled question regarding their location. Floki deferred to Charon; the plan to move to Moonspear had been his, so he anticipated that the newly-crowned Alpha would provide a better response than he could.