Moonspear or something deep inside is dying

Kaylan's response was physical first, a tensing of his muscles that indicated that Floki had startled him. More than any other wolf that Floki had met, his white-furred brother relied on instinct. For that reason, he responded with body language, giving his tail tip a gentle wiggle and allowing his ears to splay harmlessly to either side.

He was relieved when Kaylan called him by name, though he still did not move to close the gap between them. He could see that his littermate remained uneasy on some level and didn't wish to crowd him or make him more uncomfortable. "How do you like Moonspear?" he asked, his question sounding stilted even to him. It was hard to make conversation with someone that he should have been effortlessly close to; but life had gotten in the way.