Lake Rodney Dust to Dusk

Floki paid little mind to the murmurings of the third wolf, who seemed content to dissolve into the shadows and simply observe. As long as he didn't appear to pose any sort of threat to himself or Allure, Floki didn't mind his scrutiny of this odd little reunion. He narrowed his eyes thoughtfully as he considered Allure's words, slowly putting together the pieces of the puzzle.

If she knew his twin as Jorunn and had grown up with him -- even referring to him as her brother -- then she had to be a Frostfur, right? She likely was a child of the wolf that had taken in the puppy washed up from the sea. Floki felt conflicting emotions at this realization; there was a sting of jealousy, but it was paired with a strange sense of relief. Maybe the Frostfurs weren't as bad as he and Charon had assumed -- Eshe and now Allure were slowly proving them wrong.

"Jorunn is my twin brother," he said with a bemused smile. "Your family must have taken care of him when he got washed out to sea -- you're a Frostfur, right?"