Moonspear words are weapons

There was a lot of confusion; emotions were running high and words were flung carelessly back and forth. One minute, Tevinter and Charon were spitting insults at one another -- and the next, Charon was offering him a place in the pack, and it seemed as though Tevinter was considering it. It was all too much for Floki to handle. He felt himself shutting down and wanting to withdraw. His paws were itching to carry him far away from his two brothers -- his twin, his own blood, and his adopted sibling who had been there for him through it all.

Above all, a single question rose above the turmoil in Floki's mind. "What about Bazi and Scimitar?" he asked, leveling Tevinter with his gaze. It wasn't meant to be a dig, but he couldn't keep his tone from souring as he spoke. He was genuinely curious; if these Frostfur wolves had taken such good care of Tevinter, then why was he willing to leave them now, to join Moonspear's ranks? Especially if he didn't truly remember the connection that he had once had with his biological family?

He glanced at Charon, then back at the wolf formerly known as Jorunn. He wanted more than anything to have his twin back in his life, but it all felt so strange. Tevinter wasn't Jorunn -- so was he really who Floki needed him to be?