Blackbeak Bluff take the halves and call them brothers

don't worry about it! thanks for joining <3. making a few assumptions about her thread with floki lmao

Ragna's memories of her brothers were vague, insubstantial things. She knew their names, and (as it turned out) would recognize them when she saw them. Her chance meeting with Floki had bolstered her hopes, and it was with a lighter heart that she had left him. Though her mother and Kaylan were missing, Floki and Jorunn still lived in the Wilds.

A wolf appeared in the distance, his features indistinguishable aside from the color of his coat. But even that was enough to kindle hope, for he was marked as Floki was, with tall socks the color of sand. So when he called for her attention, she answered in kind and made her way quickly to him. Closer, it was impossible to deny what she already knew in her heart to be true. Their eyes were the same shade of blue. In a rare show of outward gaiety, Ragna laughed and closed the last of he distance between them. Bróðir! she cried, running a quick circle around him to ensure it was true. Jorunn, it is you.