Moonspear Nobody to blame

Floki had returned a few days ago and had laid low ever since, avoiding contact with his packmates while he processed the events of his brief journey. He had met a handful of wolves, some friendly and others not so much, and had learned of two new packs in the area. Above all else, though, he was left with a sick feeling in his stomach whenever he thought of his father's desecrated grave.

To make matters worse, when he crossed the border into Moonspear he had discerned two things by scent: Wildfire wasn't back from her own scouting trip, and there was almost no trace of Tevinter to be found. He wanted more than anything to talk about Ragnar with Wildfire, but knew that he would just have to bite his tongue and wait until she came home. He had also wished to break his silence with Tevinter and tell his twin what had transpired; he was angry to find that he wasn't there, which only indicated that he and Charon were right and Tevinter had bailed.

Knowing that he had information to share with both @Charon and @Amekaze, the young Beta finally emerged from hiding and called for his leaders from the lower reaches of the mountain, the winter sunlight filtering through the trees and warming his back.