Moonspear You forgot something

Although the shout wasn't meant for him, Floki was nearby and detoured to see just who was yelling at their borders. He was curious and a little annoyed; there was a demanding tone to the call that put him on edge. Charon certainly wouldn't appreciate that, he thought as he drew himself up, channeling his older brother.

He found two wolves: one with a scowl fixed upon his face, and the other -- who was grey in coloration and smelled of Moonspear -- greeting him more pleasantly. Floki's gaze lingered on the monochrome wolf; there was something familiar about him, but he just couldn't place it, having forgotten that this was the friend of Aesop's he had met quite some time ago.

"Can I help you?" he asked with a knit brow as he came to a halt, glancing between the twosome as he tried to interpret their dynamic.