Stavanger Bay Life's a little sideways

Kjalarr was not surprised when Floki mentioned that Thistle mostly kept to herself — this reclusive behavior was something that the Loðbrok had noticed and had attempted to bring her around from by their lessons but the truth was her stories of Ragnar were so full of life and Kjalarr wondered if their father's death had affected their mother more than she cared to admit. Sometimes, it was hard for Kjalarr to match her to the spitfire healer she often described herself as. She was a force of nature when she was angry — this he'd seen first hand — but she withdrew into herself more often than not. “I'm glad she's well,” Kjalarr would have offered to visit her but given how aggressive things between him and Charon had been during their parting Kjalarr didn't forsee that being a good idea. Neither did he particularly want to step foot anywhere near Moonspear or Charon. A reckoning would come to Charon and strike him from his throne but if it would be at Kjalarr's teeth he didn't know.

Kjalarr noted that Floki had stepped out of the water, making to close some of the distance between them prior to asking the question that Kjalarr had sort of been dreading. There had been reasons he hadn't stated where he called home; mostly because he didn't want Charon to know. For a moment, Kjalarr hesitated; but his trust with Floki had to begin somewhere, didn't it? “Saltwinter, the pack that lives on Ankyra Sound.” He eventually spoke, inhaling deeply and letting it out in an equally as deep exhale, hoping that he did not regret the trust he chose to give his twin.