Its a brand new day

Mortis looked up at his brother, who looked down at the kill in thought. His face fixed into an expression of fierce consideration, and Mortis managed not to grin, feeling an intense fondness for this curious wolf he called brother. He didn’t remember their past, but he remembered the curious glances he had been shooting him the whole time, and the way he had leapt into the hunt with no second thought, and helped Mortis drag the shark back to shore. Now they worked together to pull it apart, and tan it. It was teamwork, pure and simple. It was like how he and Asla operated, but different.

He looked back when Azure indicated parts of the shark, and he studied where his brother meant, making a thoughtful noise in the back of his throat, before unsheathing his cat-like claws. His paws were smaller, more delicate than Azures, and no doubt if his bigger brother wished, he could crush the bones in Morts paws if he stomped hard enough. Mortis was gifted with something closer to finesse, and he used that now.

“Heck yeah!” he agreed when Azure questioned him. “Tell you what, I’ve seen some on Deathbelles island. Lets knock some out of the trees with Diablo’s help and test it. We can give some of the juice to Asla for her paints.” it was a win-win and it would be awesome to see exactly what Azure could do with his heavy front paws.

As he spoke, he concentrated on the shark, making the careful slits, and seeing for himself how it should come apart. It took a couple of goes to get the hand of how his claws should slide through its skin. It wasn’t the prettiest work, but it wasn’t half bad either. He looked up at his brother in delight, wondering what his brother thought of his work.