Mort knew that there were plenty of wolves about the pack that ‘belonged’ to his father, through the belonging part was not something he fully understood. He had heard the words ‘Auntie’ and ‘Uncle’ branded about, and thought it had something to do with endearment to people who were in your life. With that in mind, the tiny young boy wound bounce towards the healer, seeking him out in the garden that smelled strongly of the brown wolf. “Uncle Birdy, Uncle Birdy?” he called out, wiggling under the fence and into the herb garden, paying no mind to the delicate growing things in the soil. He didn’t understand that he could break them, and he ran up to one flower, and playfully looked beneath its petals. “Uncle?” he called again as he looked for the small nanny-healer wolf. "Speech"

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"Uncle Birdy, Uncle Birdy?"

"Yeah, kiddo?" It was one of Sirius' and Zee's kids -- Mortis, by the sound of his voice. His plants had grown in nicely, now, and there were several that stood much taller than the small healer. Bird poked his head through a wall of them, eyes widening at the sight of a long, randomly-trampled trail of plants. Like a creeping snake, the trail led his gaze to rest on Mortis' small, striped behind. The child was peering into one flower -- a lovely yellow one that had no business being in his garden (it was likely a weed) -- and Yong Cheng took the chance to sneak up on him. Quietly, soundlessly, he snuck up behind the child, and then...

"Yeeeeeees?"

It was rather odd, felt Yong Cheng, to be talking to a child who was just a little over a year younger than he was. The healer was really still a boy and not at all an adult. He wasn't quite sure how to be carrying himself around Mortis, but, faced with another child, he found his tail wagging unconsciously. The wolf-who-was-not-a-wolf's lips split in a grin. "Y' got somethin' y' want?"


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Mortis frowned, peering about the garden in confusion. He was sure he would find the little healer here, so where was he? Mortis yelped in surprise at the voice behind him, whirling around to see Bird, who stood, tail wagging, right there. “Oh gee whizz, I didn’t even hear you!” he said, impressed, looking up at a wolf that wouldn’t be taller than him for long. How had he moved so quietly? Mortis wished he could do that, instead of tripping over his own paws every other step.

“You!” he said in answer to the man's question, the winged-boys own tail beginning to wag behind him. “Wanna play?” he asked, leaning on his forpaws, and dancing to the side in invitation of paying. Once again, he was paying no mind to the poor herbs beneath him.