Moonspear words are weapons

Charon was a little wary of Jorunn's sudden change in demeanour. He wondered if this was some sort of trick and if the Frostfurs wanted him to infiltrate here, but then again, why would they? Charon's rationality took over and he realised that there was no reason they could have to spy here. It wasn't like they had any more pups to steal, after all. Jorunn said that he'd talk to the Frostfurs and tell them he wanted to rekindle his relations with his birth family. Charon was still recovering from how quickly this meeting had turned around, but his tail dropped and the hair along his neck and back flattened as the tension dripped from him.

There was a lot of breached trust that needed to be mended, but Charon couldn't leave his little brother out at the front door. He couldn't cut down the bridge that his brother was trying to throw out to Flóki and Charon. And more importantly, he couldn't take this from Thistle and Flókki. The young Alpha drew in a sharp breath before he spoke. "Okay." He nodded, and a smile started to crawl onto his face as the realisation sank in that Jorunn was home. "Welcome home, Jorunn." He bumped his head against Jorunn's shoulder again and his tail wagged ever so carefully as an extension of peace offering.

His first next thought was: "We should call mom!" She would be thrilled, and maybe it could be a good start to her recovery from the black pit she had fallen into since Ragnar's death. He looked at Jorunn though, figuring it was ultimately up to him whether he wanted to call Thistle now or surprise her upon his return to Moonspear after telling Bazi and Scimitar of the news. The whirlwind of emotions he'd gone through over the past couple of minutes seemed to finally simmer down, and even the outrider mission he'd had in mind for Flóki and Dhole was no longer necessary.