tiny paw prints

The little dainty thing didn’t seem to have much confidence. A far cry from most every wolf in both Ashen and the Armada. He could see how she would get just eaten up by the more boisterous natures of her siblings. He had stood out by gentleness, and that had cost him. Her shyness would be so much worse, and his heart ached for her. He wished he could give her the advice he wished he could have received, but he didn’t know how to word it. Didn’t know how to help her change.

“That’s right” he said instead with a friendly smile, still crouching down low to her level. “I’m Mortis, your mother and my father are the bestest of friends. I think we are going to be best friends too, Siren” he whispered softly to her, as through giving her a secret.