Bring Out Yer Dead

Mortis bounced along towards the cottage, where the healers were supposed to gather in preparation for the wounds that would be likely to follow with the raid. He had wanted so badly to be hiding in the grass with his father. He had paused on his way to the cottage, just to be on the outskirts, and hear his father's warcry, before dashing on to the cottage. He knew if he was caught anywhere near the battlefield he would be in huge trouble.

When he arrived he looked first to Io, wagging his tail. “Hi Auntie - Aunties” he corrected when he recognised the dark and light wolf beside Io. he bounded forward, stretching up to give Deathbelle a kiss on her cheek, before turning to give Io the same treatment. “Can I help, I promise not to get in the way” he said, looking imploringly at both authorities.