Mud Monsters and Pack ghosts

Mort grimaced, Seers idea of a bedtime story normally consisted of old war stories. Sometimes they were great, and got his blood pumping, but they lacked the flavour of Mals stories. She didnt have an answer to where they came from. Her old life, her Aunt. It made him wondered just how different this home was to her last one.

"I can get some good food and bed rolls, and we can see how many we can get to lay beneath the stars by the fire and swap stories" he suggested. the idea growing on him the more he said. Mort did love company, and considered every wolf in this pack his friends. He had taken time to meet and greet all of them. He had a feeling the turn out would be pretty good. "Your an authority now. I bet people would love to come to something you organized. I can help however you need, but you should do it." He said supportively.

He groaned when she asked for a story in turn. He could tell her of Seers bloody history, or things in the pack she ready knew. He didnt think he had as broad a collection of stories as she did. "How about a song?" He asked instead. He had been asking his mum to teach him a few. Malalia had sparked in him an interest in that, too.