Lake Rodney Dust to Dusk

It wasn't the first time that Floki had been mistaken for his twin, but it had been so long since it had last happened that he was caught off guard. "Jorunn?" a voice questioned, and he blinked, his eyes searching the darkness. At first, he almost didn't see Allure, until the moonlight hit her just right, illuminating the white fur on her cheeks and chest.

She quickly corrected herself, calling him by the proper name, but Floki's brow was already furrowed. How did she know Jorunn -- or the wolf formerly known as Jorunn? He went by Tevinter now (and unbeknownst to Floki, had even foregone that moniker as well), so her knowledge of "Jorunn" indicated that Allure had known him for quite some time. He was so flustered that he very nearly forgot about the other wolf in their presence until he spoke.

He pulled his gaze away from Allure and looked back at the male. "I'm Floki," he explained, giving a friendly flag of his tail to indicate that he meant no harm. He then shifted his attention back to the she-wolf. "How do you know Jorunn?" he asked, taking a step towards her.