tiny paw prints

Now that he was closer, he could see the hint of a bruise in her skin, and he frowned. The mark on something so small and tiny was shocking, and he couldn’t keep that from his expressions. He suspected Siren’s siblings were not being kind to her, but this? This? No. Mortis would not let this stand.

He waddled a little closer, awkward for how he was crouched, and his wings flared a little. The gesture reflexive as he balanced himself, and was almost close enough now to boop his nose to hers. “It means we look out for each other.” he explained to her, already considering what he could do about this. “I’m going to talk to Auntie Death, and see if I can come stay for a little while. Maybe you and I can curl up together in a corner of the palace, and your siblings can get jealous that your friends with the only winged wolf in the world.” he whispered, pitching his voice so his offer sounded like a breathy, wonderous thing. Inside, he was stewing, and well he was not a bragger at all, he wasn’t afraid to use his wings to make her siblings upset. They would never mess with Siren again. He would make sure of it.