Stavanger Bay Life's a little sideways

Kjalarr did not expect his apology to magically make everything better nor cement the rift that circumstance(s) had left in it's wake. In fact, he almost in an extremely pessimistic way, expected it to be shot down. The problem seemed to be that under Charon tensions had ran far too high for Kjalarr and the alpha male's presence had made Kjalarr's life downright miserable in Moonspear even if no one was willing to place the blame on Charon (except Kja himself, of course). Things were better when he didn't feel repressed or like he was being forced to live in someone else's shadow; because Kjalarr wasn't a shadow. He was the favorite of Odin like his father before him. “I don't hold it against you, Floki,” Kjalarr spoke honestly. “Things are very different now. Things are better.” In fact, in little over the course of two months he'd risen to the rank of Gamma. Power wasn't everything to Kjalarr ...but in a beast of pride it was nice to be recognized through promotions. It was something of a love hate relationship with it.

Silence fell among them, then, and for a moment Kjalarr was not sure what to fill it with. “How are things at Moonspear? How's mom?” She, too, had not been happy with him and despite his plea for her to meet him on the coast she had failed to do it. Or, perhaps, she'd decided not to. Kjalarr supposed he couldn't blame her but it stung regardless. For a moment, there was a brief bought of fear that Floki's odd behavior meant something had happened to Thistle Cloud ...but surely if that was the case he would tell him. It was something that Kjalarr, despite everything, would have deserved to know.