Barrow Fields blood and wine

He was pleased when Tevinter reacted to his greeting. He could almost see the tension leaving his brother's shoulders as he turned and made to close the gap between them. In no time, they were standing face to face, and Floki experienced a moment of hesitation that was similar to Tevinter's, although he did not realize it. Had it been Charon he was interacting with, there would have been a physical touch to accompany their words, but both refrained. Although they worried about the strength of their bond, it was just an example of how truly inseparable they were.

"I'm doing okay -- as good as can be expected, I guess," he replied truthfully. He felt better now that he had laid eyes on Tevinter and knew that he was surviving; they were each leaner than they had been before, but that was to be expected in the midst of a famine. "Is your pack nearby...?" he started to ask, but stopped suddenly when he noticed movement in his peripheral vision.

When he looked away from Tevinter, he spotted a moose in the distance. His eyes widened; it had been much too long since he had laid eyes on such a magnificent and potentially delicious beast. "Look," he hissed in a whisper, gesturing sharply with his snout towards the animal. And then he noticed the coyote skulking around the moose's legs, and his hackles bristled. There was no guarantee that he and Tevinter would be able to make a meal out of the elk, but they were more deserving than the rangy scavenger.