First snow

Mortis grinned impishly at her, the behaviour gained from observing his father with his sister. He had seen dad pull that move too many times. He knew how close Sirius and Io was, and he was all too happy to mimic that happy relationship with Asla. he contemplated her words, and realised that he and Asla had an advantage, with the way their claws were retractable. Most wolves were forced to walk with that faint click.

“But you walked over snow like you weren’t even there… I don’t think I could mimic that, i’m too heavy” he pointed out. Happy to learn from her, but knowing some things couldn’t be learned. He would always be a heavy hitter, and she would always be as quiet as a cat.

“I have been hunting, but i’ve been prioritising fighting. I know I need to hunt more…”