Moonspear an angel should never fall

Floki relaxed slightly when Tevinter assured him that there hadn't been a case of mistaken identity with Wildfire. This warmed his heart to realize that Wildfire knew him well enough to tell him apart from his twin. It might have been a silly thing to worry about in the first place, considering how much time he and Wildfire had spent together, but it had still caused a short-lived flicker of concern.

His gaze strayed to the scars on his brother's snout as he continued. His own muzzle seemed to smart in empathy. "She is cool," he agreed and left it at that; perhaps he would tell Tevinter about his feelings another time. He chuckled at Tev's comment about being the only juveniles in the pack, then his expression sobered at the mention of Stavanger Bay and Ragnar.

"Really? Where is it?" he queried. He almost felt as though he and Tevinter should have known the location, but it was something that had never been shared with them. Had they been older when their father passed, it likely would have been a bigger deal. But he was nothing more than a ghost in Floki's mind, and his Viking ways had nearly disappeared with him. Still, he was curious to know where Ragnar rested.