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Caiaphas seemed content with the proposal that Kjalarr had thought up and the Viking offered a sage nod, watching as the coywolf queen and began to make her departure. Kjalarr's silver and caribbean gaze followed her for a few seconds watching as she disappeared into the horizon before he turned his head back towards Whittier. For a moment, the northman was silent as he studied Whittier's familiar face. Familiar and yet also different. Aged — not unlike Kjalarr's own scarred appearance. His paws shifted slightly as he allowed the beat of silence to continue with a gesture of his muzzle for Whittier to join him within Saltwinter's borders. “That was Caiaphas, she's our Alpha,” Kjalarr made the introduction late, and though he figured it was probably unnecessary to indicate that she was the one truly in charge he did anyway. Though Kjalarr could not truly place it he held an unbidden affection for Caiaphas, part intrigue and part ...something else he did not currently have a name for. He hadn't ever allowed his thoughts to linger on the foreign emotion long enough to place words to it. “I'm her second in command.” Kjalarr informed Whittier softly, out of habit as opposed to what he thought as necessity.

“Come on, I'll give you a tour. Are you hungry? Maybe we can find something to wrangle up for you after the tour.” Kjalarr didn't hold out much hope — woodland creatures were about all the two brothers were going to find — if Whittier took Kjalarr up on the offer, that is — and for now it would have to be enough. It was funny, Kjalarr thought absently as he began to walk, gesturing simply for Whitter to follow along, but the older brother instincts Kjalarr felt some times in his twins' presence during the infrequent times they were together these days had risen up and seized him and manifested itself towards Whitter; naturally nurtured his instinct to provide ...or at least offer it. He hadn't been sure that Caiaphas would let Whittier in given whatever had transpired before Kjalarr's interruption and when his gaze slid to the Frostfur the Viking wondered if he realized how lucky he was to be apart of their ranks as opposed to food to sate their neverending hunger.

It wouldn't have been Kjalarr's first time shattering the fragile boundary line mother nature had carefully lain and fed upon the flesh of his own species, though there were certain hesitations about the idea of eating his brother and quickly Kjalarr turned his thoughts to something less macabre though a silence had fallen over them as Kjalarr led Whittier through the familiar territory of Ankyra Sound, breaking the silence only to point out any notable landmark or answer any question Whittier might have had as they went.