Games at the border

*Mortis* · 05-15-2020, 03:09 PM

He lifted his eyes from the ground, glancing at her as she snorted softly at him. A ghost of a smile might have traced it way across his muzzle, she didn’t sound that mad at him. Surely she couldn’t have let go of her anger that easily. He was holding still, allowing her plenty of room to complete her work.

When she was done, she poked him gently upon the head, as she often did when the two of them were joking together. This time, he really did smile, through it was a shy thing. “That’s okay... Mal, the bruises will heal fine.” He had gained himself enough of them in his short life to know that.

He winced as she mentioned Io. wouldn’t his Auntie be mad at him, too? He didn’t want to tell more wolves about his folly. “Did you want to talk me through looking at yours? Or are we going to Io” he asked when she mentioned finding someone to relieve them. He supposed he could call for Bast, the leopard could fill in for them in a pinch.

"Mortis"

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Games at the border

Malalia

Mortis