you don't have to like each other, but

Mortis was quick to respond, he loved his mother unconditionally, and had been spending a lot of time of late under the safe umbrella of her stomach. He dreaded the day he would be too tall to crawl under there easily and get underfoot as she went about her daily chores. She must, at this point, be rather accustomed to the limpet she had grown in her coat.

He trotted towards her, trying not to look at Azure, knowing it would only cause him to glower darkly, and he didn’t wanna mumma to start in on that. Instead, he came to a stop before her, all of his attention only on the pretty blue/tan wolf that had birthed him.