Turn Off the Sun

Mort had been running some errands, trying to get in his father's good books and get a head start on some of the duties he had been given. He had slept in the barracks after spending many hours on stretches and repetitive exercises for fighting. He had decided to head over to the chicken hutch and help the lovely Odette feed and care for them in the morning. After all, Killian was training him, and he had a feeling the way into the mans good graces was getting into those of Odette.

He arrived bright eyed and bushy tailed in the early light of the morning, and for a second thought something terribly had happened. A figure way lying in the hutch, dead as a doornail but for the loud, drunken snores. Covered head to toe in feathers, and smelling like some sort of stale creek.

He peered closer at the sleeping figure, curling his nose back at the unfamiliar smell of mead. Was that.. Was… yes. That was Auntie Io, “Uhh… Auntie…. Io? Are you okay” he asked, entering the hutch to nudge her with one large paw.