Cerulean Cape everything was screaming: the sea, the wind, my heart

Yep, I'll archive! :)

The female introduced herself, as well as her companions. Floki's gaze strayed back towards the males once more; he wasn't sure which was which, but their names were not as important to him. Thuringwethil, however, he committed to memory. It was a long moniker, and sounded foreign; he found himself intrigued by her and the pack she led with his half-sister, but the time for asking questions had passed. She and her escorts were ready to move on.

He was surprised when she mentioned Gyda's apparent pregnancy, almost as an afterthought. An uncle, he mused, even as she started to move away from him. "It was nice to meet you, too," he replied, and then quickly added, "Oh! I'm Floki." As the three wolves departed, continuing their journey south, he hesitated for a moment. His mind was buzzing with new information, and while he wouldn't venture as far north as Sleeping Dragon on this trip, he was still headed in that direction; he wondered how far he was from Tevinter's Saltwinter.

Glancing over his shoulder at Thuringwethil's receding figure, he huffed contemplatively through his nostrils and then began his slow march up the beach, his paws flirting with the waves.