Moonspear or something deep inside is dying

As Floki tracked Kaylan, he moved almost effortlessly up the mountainside. Navigating the rocky terrain had become second nature to him in the short time he had called Moonspear home. It was distinctly different from the gritty sand of Stavanger Bay, but he had adapted to it quickly and was as sure-footed as if he had spent his entire life on the slope.

He knew many of the trails that wound their way towards the peak, but there were still some that were unfamiliar. He paused at a fork in the road, nostrils flaring as he determined which way Kaylan had gone. For a moment, he considered taking the other route, leaving his brother to his own devices, but he forged ahead and took the path to the right. In just a few moments, he came to a natural outcropping and found Kaylan gazing out over the landscape.

Knowing that the feral wolf could be skittish, he left a great deal of space between them when he halted. Over Kaylan's shoulder, he could see the ocean and felt a pang of nostalgia as he spoke quietly: "Hey, brother." His body language was passive, communicating that he was not a threat.