el tigre

Mortis grinned at the compliment, wiggling and jumping forward to kiss Magnus's check. He was a very affectionate pup, and wasnt embarrassed about showing it. "Thanks Uncle Mags" so many adults in his life unrelated to him had become his aunt or uncle by word of Sirius. It was easy to leap to the unvoiced conclusion that every respected elder was his Uncle, and he respected and liked Mags.

He watched as the man inspected the cat, and then gave him a hand to push it over. The older wolf would go in search of a rock, needing tools in the place of claws. sometimes Mortis forgot that such things were necessary. So mnay wolves in his life seemed to have the claws he was born with.

Well Mags came back with the stone, the boy would take a side and begin the tedious work. It was boring, and grimy but it would be worth it to see Aslas face. "I know you have equal right to it, but can I have the coat, Uncle?" He asked as his claws punctured tiger flesh and began to separate it.