Whos this now?

*Mortis* · (This post was last modified: 04-13-2020, 02:37 PM by Mortis.)

He blinked in surprise at her laughter, but didn’t think she teased him. He grinned back at her, curious at what she had found amusing. His eyes slid past her as he did so, admiring the den she had been working on. It always interested him how everyone seemed to approach den making in different ways. Some people like little cosy dens, and others great big buildings that took months to make. Mortis was a little more inclined to the little cozy ones, where he had to squeeze his wings to his side to fit in. it reminded him of being surrounded by family.

She was a girl, but nothing like the ones he knew. He doubted his sister would call spitting out elk hairs ‘gross’ and he would be the one to giggle now. He assumed she didn’t have siblings if she thought that was bad manners. Or perhaps the pup just hadn’t been exposed to politeness yet.

“Hi Malalia, I’m Mortis” he continued, stepping a little closer to her, tail swinging happily behind him as the curious pup gave her a sniff. “Do you think? I got mumma’s blues. One of my brothers is purple. Mumma said that came from her mumma” he rambled on. “That my dad has wings?” he asked, catching her words and looking at her in surprise. “Puppa doesn't have wings.” he clarified, in case she was confused on the subject.

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