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To say Cairo was awake would be a lie. To say he would be very happy to wake up was definitely a big truth.

He stood upon a precarious tower of stone that wobbled and shifted under his weight, threatening to topple every time he caught his balance. Below, far, far below, the earth yawned, ready to break him. The stone beneath his paws shifted, the tower rumbled with a grating, repetitive sound, and he was falling, falling, falling…

“…awake?” He jolted with a yip, eyes snapping open and wide, pupils shrunken and wild before he registered his surroundings and slowly relaxed, chiding his hammering heart. Just a nightmare. But he wasn’t alone. He turned his head and studied the very large dark male. If it weren’t for the wings, he’s have thought it was Sirius in the dim lighting.

“Mortis, is it? Yeah I’m up.”

He studied the boy. So large and still a pup. Had Artur grown that fast? Pushing away the disturbing memory of the dream he smiled up at the boy, shifting carefully, almost to his belly. “I hear you tell good ghost stories…”

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think