One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish [Mortis]

As he watched, the bear gave up, turned around, and lumbered away awkwardly on its damaged feet. Mortis cried out in happiness, punching the air awkwardly with a paw. He did a little twirl, almost poking out the eye of at least one his companion as his wings spun with him.

Once he settled, he looked to Domari with an easy grin. ‘I’m fine, that bear was no match for us!” he said. He was definitely going to get an inflated sense of himself over this. He would be able to tell his littermates about the time he scared off a bear it as pretty wicked. What he didn’t seem to understand, was the danger he had put himself in.

He turned to the cat then, who seemed to have more enthusiasm, just like he did. “I almost fell on him, and then you launched at him from the trees, that was wicked! I didn’t see you come in, but you were awesome too” he said, peeking back to the older wolf. “I’m Mortis by the way”