I'm not a tattle-tit.

Mortis had to limp to get around now, he was lucky he still had three other good paws to help him move, and his wings still ached too much to spread out, so they lay tucked against his body. He wished he could forget about them, that they had never been there. Maybe he wouldn’t be in so much pain now, physically and emotionally.

The moment he was free, he went searching for Azure. Him and his brother very much needed to talk. The blind devotion he had felt to the strong wolf had vanished, and there was distrust in the winged-pups heart. Azure was capable of terrible things, Mortis understood that now, and he feared it. Despite his fear, he needed to understand it.

He found the other boy by the firepit, figuring out the best way to strip and split the wood in half before tumbling it into the pile of completed, smaller bits of wood. Halving the wood wasn’t necessary, but neither of the boys needed to know that.