I Spy With My Little Eye...

The wolf startled turning towards him in anger and raised fur like some sort of hell-cat. He blinked at her, but didn’t say anything well she had her angry rant. She didn’t look very happy - he had suspected very much, and it seemed he was right. She definitely looked skinny, now that he was getting a better look at her. Mort was plump with puppy-fat that all his exercise and play never seemed to really wear off.

“Why would you do that?” he asked, genuinely curious, and a little bit surprised. There was no fear in him, his upbringing so far had been a little bit sheltered, so he didn’t know to fear strangers that snapped at you in the woods.

Instead, he let his wings droop just a tiny bit, so he didn’t look threatening and bigger - worried that maybe he was starling the poor hungry wolf. “I’m Mortis!” he said, still not showing the least bit of concern, or reservations with the angry wolf.