I Spy With My Little Eye...

Mortis was making his way through the mangroves, pouncing on twigs and imagining himself a mighty hunter or warrior. Those were the two things he wanted to be. He was enjoying hunting, if only because it was Asla who had been taking him on that experience, and he wanted to be an epic fighter. His family seemed to like strength, and he didn’t want to let them down.

He was peeking around a corner, when he caught sight of a thin little slip of a girl, with markings like rib cages along her chest. She didn’t look too happy, and Mortis couldn’t fathom why. “Oh hi!” he said, tail giving a little wiggle behind him.