Sequoia Coast Walking to the shore.

Tveir had frozen as another wolf came near him, and he studied him. His mother had told him this wolf was his brother, she did not go into detail of how or why and he didn't care, he had a few siblings at this point even a foster sister who he had just seen the other day. He stared at this big male, in wonder. The other male had his brother's pelt color and this one had his brother's markings under his eyes, even though he wasn't sure if Ein would keep them as he aged.

Tveir looked up at him and smiled and spoke wondering if this brother preferred old norse like EIn he would try and see. "Ég er Gunnar, en allir kalla mig tveir. Þú bróðir minn Tyr? Ég er fús til að hitta þig"