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It took Floki a good long while to notice the other wolf's presence in the shadows of the trees. He stared unblinkingly at his father's grave -- or what was left of it. His insides were in turmoil; he wasn't sure what to think or how to act. He was horrified by what had happened simply because he couldn't imagine what wolf would desecrate a burial site; but, on the other hand, surely there were plenty of scavengers that had moved into the area since the pack vacated. Were it not for the distinct smell of wolves, Floki could have convinced himself that it was the work of a hungry coyote and left it at that.

He briefly wondered if Tevinter had anything to do with this. His twin had been conspicuously absent from Moonspear the last few days. But there was no evidence that he had been here recently. For a split second, Floki toyed with the idea that Ragnar had deserved what had come to him, including the destruction of his gravesite -- but he quickly silenced the thought. No matter how much he disagreed with the old viking's ways, he didn't feel right making those assumptions.

Only when he turned his back, unable to stare at the empty hole in the ground any longer, did he see that there was another wolf nearby. He bristled, blue eyes hardening suspiciously. "Who are you?" he asked, his gaze roving over the other male's unkempt coat.