el tigre

"Bigger then Bast?" He asked, knowing Magnus would know of the snow leopard that followed his father since before the boy had been born. Magnus explained the irregularity that could be seen in its footprints, and Mortis followed them for a few steps, considering the odd spacing, and nodding. He understood what Mags was getting at.

"Think we could take the coat home?" He asked. Maybe Mags would let him keep it, and he could gift it to Asla. She had been down a bit llately. Already he considered the fight won, the problem of being the son of Sirius. Sometimes he forgot that not everyone (including himself) was as invincible as his dad.

He stuck his nose to the tracks, memorizing the scent of it. Prepared to begin the hunt, but following Mags lead, knowing the older wold was in charge of this expedition.