Moonspear thanks, bathtub barracuda

The rain was soothing, although he would likely be reminded of his fall from Nocturne Summit every time the sky darkened. Floki meandered the lower reaches of the slope, enjoying the cooler temperatures that the drizzle brought. His mind wandered and he thought of his nieces, and then of Ragna; he wished that she had come home to Moonspear with him, but he also had to respect her independence. He was at least comforted to know that he was aware of her location, which hadn't been the case for quite a long time.

His paws pressed into the moist earth and he was alerted to a squelching sound that indicated that someone was digging. With pricked ears and a wiggling nose, he approached and found Aesop, who was something of a ghost from his past. He was glad that the former Bay wolf had found his way to Moonspear, despite Charon's misgivings, and paused next to his erstwhile packmate. "Need some help?" he asked by way of greeting.