Moonspear Let Loose and Set Your Body Free

It was weird, knowing that Lazarus was dead and their mission had come to an end. Floki was satisfied, in a way, that the bastard's death had come about naturally after his fall -- but he also wished that Lazarus had lived long enough to have his throat ripped out by Charon. Ultimately, his brother had gotten his revenge, so he was pleased, and his life eventually resumed its normal routine.

After having spent so much time traversing the unclaimed territory around Moonspear, Floki was content to stay home for a while. He reacquainted his paws with the landscape, allowing his nose to become familiar with the scents of home as he scaled and descended the mountainside. The sound of splashing drew his attention during one such venture and he followed the noise, ears pricked curiously.

When the ground became damp and his paws began to sink into the soil, he paused, a lopsided grin stretched across his face. He was inches from the lapping water of one of the mountain's many tributaries, and floundering within it was Pyx. He watched as the surface rippled around her, influenced by the paddling of her legs. "Nice day for a swim," he commented loudly, though he didn't submerge himself just yet.