Honeyed Pasture quoth the raven "swag galore" freestyle rapping at my door

As could be expected, Ragna had a myriad of questions to ask. Floki's own tail swayed as he regarded her, taking in her petite figure and the unkempt nature of her fur. Although he hadn't recognized her immediately, it was easy to see that this was his playmate of days past, his tomboyish sister all grown up.

"We left Stavanger Bay last fall. Our pack was so small, there was no way that we would have survived the winter," he explained, his expression darkening slightly at the memory. He was happy to call Moonspear his home, but still felt a pinch of resentment when he thought of the wolves that now occupied his birthplace. "Long story short, we merged with another small pack and moved to Moonspear. Charon is there, but everyone else is gone." And by "everyone else," he meant Thistle Cloud, Jorunn, and Kaylan. They had all been a part of his life at Moonspear, but had since each moved on for one reason or another.

With that out of the way, he was eager to find out what had become of Ragna in her time away. "What about you? Where have you been?" he asked, blue eyes brightening with the question.