Blackbeak Bluff take the halves and call them brothers

In this Ragna would give no ground. Frowning, she returned, I still see the boy in the man. She would push no more, though. After all, she had only just rediscovered him. It would not do to open a rift between them. There was so much she did not know about Jorunn. She had been far closer to Floki in their youth, but now she resolved to foster a relationship with Jorunn, too. With Kjalarr.

I am named Ragna for our father. I was the eldest of our litter, she told him. Ragna was probing, prodding. If she offered enough information, perhaps he would remember. Her name was as good a place to start as any. Though they were the youngest of many, Ragna did not know she had brothers and sisters beyond her littermates.

She smiled when he admitted that she looked familiar. It eased her frustrations because it seemed to her that that was progress. You will remember, she told him. With her tone, it bordered on an order. Ragna was a stubborn thing when she wished to be.