These broken wings

Mortis fell silent after explaining some part of what he was feeling to his sister. She leaned into him, pulling him closer, and promising him that she loved him, and would always protect him. He might be a larger wolf than her, but there was something so much more fierce in her heart. She was a lion in the body of a little wolf.

He tucked his head under her paw, so his chin scrapped the earth, and he could feel her plush coat around his ears. From this position, he looked up to her, eyes imploring, and sad. “Even if I get scared real easy?” he whispered to her. How could he be a Fatalis if everything frightened him? He knew his siblings, his parents, this pack. They were also so fierce and brave, like they never even knew how to fear. Mortis didn’t like heights, or water, or loud noises. He was a coward.