you don't have to like each other, but

Mortis was still trying to get his breath and adjust to this new thing in his life, and Azure, grumpy, mean Azure, was already over there judging him, as though it was all Mort’s fault. The resentment and fear stirred in his chest. Through some effort, the winged boy managed not to hyperventilate, but the feeling was definitely there.

He couldn’t even open his wings, not that he cared about the stupid things, but realising they where trapped, just added to his frustration. They were probably going to get itchy and uncomfortable, and he had no idea how longer they were going to be trapped for, and good god, what about when he needed to pee?

There had been a time, not very long ago, when he wanted to follow Azure about everywhere, and be in everything his brother was doing. He had looked up to the darker wolf, as though he had seen in Azure even then the strength he would carry with him in life.

If only Azure hadn’t seen that difference so quickly in Mortis, and resented him being around. He had never seemed as happy in Mort’s company as he did Asla or Indy, and then, after the cliff incident, that jealousy had turned into resentment in Mort’s heart. Now, he longer felt any joy at walking beside his brother. He said nothing, just limped painfully along beside his brother, trying not to slow them down despite his injury.