Mud Monsters and Pack ghosts

Mortis · 05-31-2020, 12:08 AM

“Mmm, like a cloud” he muttered, eyes still closed. It was another few moments before he realised first that she had spoken, and then that he had replied. With a groan he opened his eyes, yawning wide enough to split his muzzle, and shaking out his head. “Oh, Hey Mal”

He said, getting to his feet, and shaking snow from his pelt. If it wasn’t for the thick coat of his feathers against his skin, he would probably be a lot more stiff now then he was. Shivering just a little, he looked up to the brightened sky, and frowned. “I was going to head back… to that clearing. Did you want to come?” he’d intended to do that earlier in the morning, but sleep had overtaken him. He didn’t actually remember passing out in front of her den.

"Mortis"

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