Not as strong as us

Mortis backed up from the water at her sisters behest, keeping his eye on it until he was a safe distance, at which point he turned around and trotted back to his sister. He curled about here where she lay, tucking his tail against her body, head resting on her back as he faced the water, watching it with a silent growl.

“I understand, you never ever have to go near the water, I’ll make sure of it” he promised her quietly, ignoring his wet fur as he cuddled her. His tail slipped out and groomed quietly around her ears as he lay with her, offering his smaller sister what comforts he could. He was the oldest, he wasn’t the bravest or the strongest, but he had a big heart. He would keep Asla safe, that was his job, right?