so long and thanks for all the chickens

He frowned at the blue wolf, who was acting like he thought he was so much older then mort, and well, maybe he was, but so what? He looked at the chickens that had scattered, and back to the stranger who was grumbling at him, and considered the implication. It seemed to Mort that the boy was going to take ownership of them, no matter what Mortis said. How would Sirius solve this?

Mort knew how, and he let out a soft breath, considering. “How about this. We fight, winner gets the the chickens, loser has to help wrangle them up again. But it's a serious fight, we fight to leave a mark.” there, that ought to have high enough stakes to interest the boy, and he had a feeling this bossy stranger would like the idea of forcing Mortis to help him wrangle the chickens that Mortis had collected in the first place. The Heir would just have to hope he won, and got Tyr helping him instead. If Tyr could be a man of his word.