Blackbeak Bluff take the halves and call them brothers

i'm so sorry about the wait on this! D: also, i hope it's ok that i bumped it up to shortly after caiaphas' "death".

 

Kjalarr did not stray far from Saltwinter. The familiar weight of “survivor's guilt” pressed upon his broad shoulders and though he kept a strong facade for his wolves, the further he moved from his borders his shoulders slumped beneath the invisible weight. As it had been with Whittier, he felt that Caiaphas' death was his fault: that if he would have been in the right place he would have been able to save her. There had been only a slight reprieve by the fact that her body had not washed ashore as his brother's had and some tiny part of Kjalarr that was not a realist held onto the hope that she still lived, that the Sea had spared her and simply carried her away to a different shore as it had with him when he'd been a small, helpless child. The viking knew that death was something that he should have been celebrating but Caiaphas did not share his Nordic beliefs, he assumed, and trying to convince himself that she'd went to Valhalla generated about the same results as it had with Whittier: he couldn't see it and it did not soothe him as it should have.

He had informed Maude that he was stepping out to the Buffs for a few hours, letting her know that he would only be a short howl away if she needed him. He hadn't gotten very far from his borders when he spotted a pallid woman whose scent he did not recognize but in some capacity struck him as familiar: deep in his bones. Yet, he could not place it. Kjalarr did not remember much of his first couple months in Stavanger Bay: he remembered Floki because he felt his twin on a spiritual plane. His twin was apart of him in ways that he couldn't explain or even truly begin to understand; and he remembered Thistle only because he'd spoken with her during his short stay at Moonspear and he remembered Ragnar through Thistle's stories and memories. Yet, (and it was horrible) he'd forgotten that he even had biological siblings beyond Floki and though there was something about her that nagged at him in the very back of his brain as familiar he found the feeling to be perplexing and shrugged it off as a “deja vu” sort of thing.

He let out a low chuff to her, watching her carefully. She was not close to his borders, yet, but he hoped to redirect her towards him nevertheless.