Stavanger Bay Life's a little sideways

The gentle ebb and flow of the ocean water against Floki's ankles was soothing, and he stood still for what seemed like a long time. With each of his senses, he took in his surroundings -- the feel of the spray, the salty smell of the air, the sound of the waves crashing gently on the shore. Had his twin brother not spoken aloud, he might not have been alerted to his presence; but that familiar voice caused Floki's ears to stand on end as he bristled, turning abruptly to look at Tevinter.

His first instinct was to grow defensive; after all, his last interaction with his littermate had been overwhelmingly negative. But as his cool Caribbean gaze roved over Tevinter, he slowly realized that there was nothing threatening about the other male's stance. Rather, he was calm and concerned, his brow furrowed in worry as though he could read Floki's mind. They had been separated for so long -- essentially since the bear attack -- that the young Beta had almost forgotten that his twin probably could intuit his thoughts just from observing him.

But did he trust Tevinter with the sensitive information weighing on his heart? He didn't feel comfortable explaining the whole situation yet, so despite the fact that he knew that Tevinter would be aware he was lying, he said, "I'm fine." Then, perhaps to deflect the spotlight from himself, he asked, "What are you doing here?"