el tigre

Magnus had never had a family that cared much for him, and he hadn't stuck around long enough to develop any nieces or nephews from his siblings, so being called something so personal literally made his heard skip. While he might have told Azure he didn't believe Mortis to be a good leader one day, if Sirius could believe Malalia to grow into the position, he could believe Mortis could as well. Of course, most of his words to Azure were with the intent to irritate him and might not have been exactly the way he felt, but it had done the job. While Mortis and Azure seemed to be polar opposites, neither one would make a good leader on their own. Of course, Magnus had no way of knowing what would come of either child as they grew, but he certainly hoped they leveled out or found a way to work together. That didn't mean he didn't have a soft spot for the eldest son, however, especially if he was going to run around calling him an uncle all the time.

They had begun to work on skinning the hide from the tiger when Mortis asked him if he could keep the skin. Not being particularly fond of the stiff, scratchy fur of a tiger, he was of course willing to hand it off to him. The panther skin he'd acquired on his hunt with Sirius was scratchy enough, he didn't need another despite the uncommon coloring of the white tiger. Besides, how could he say no when he called him uncle again? "Of course you can." He smiled at the kid around the stone he held between his teeth and continued his work, eager to get the skin and what meat he could carry back before lunch. Maybe they could also enjoy some roasted tiger meat if they could manage to carry enough back with them.

"Speech!"

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