Anew [Mortis]

He'd nearly completed his task when the sounds of shuffling underbrush caused an ear to swivel to catch it better. He decided, though, that it was likely prey that hadn't yet noticed him. He froze, though, at the voice that followed as the sounds of movement grew nearer. He dropped the leaf in his mouth, not fond that he'd been caught unawares by another wolf. He lowered himself to the ground and turned, gaze guarded as he studied the wolf before him.

His words made sense, Dove decided, as he noted the white slashes over his his eye and above his tail and the teeth that peeked out from beneath his lips, mostly similar to Sirius. That, however, was where the similarities ended. Dove studied the green the adorned the wolf before his eyes swept to the wings that graced his back. A frown fell on his visage. A wolf with wings. The longer he studied them, the more convinced he became that this land was more touched by the gods than the kingdom had ever been.

He realized, after a moment, that he'd left the pup's question unanswered and nodded. "I am Dove," he greeted, unsure of what else to say.