Birds the Word

*Mortis* · 02-17-2020, 01:03 PM

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.

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Birds the Word

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