Patients are still new people

Mortis had been learning how to smoke the meat under his Auntie’s instructions. He had intended to let Cairo have his full of the kill, and then preserve whatever remained. Now it seemed he might not be able to do anything with it, not if pesky scavengers tore it apart first.

As Mort raced towards the kill pile, he heard the sound of violence behind him. He froze in shock, realising he had left the injured wolf unguarded. Turning, with horror on his maw, back to Cairo, he would see to his surprise that the wolf had it under control.

With his back turned, one of the coyote’s thought to ambush him. A shrill cry from Saph, his Kea, warned him of the approaching threat. He turned in time to see it lunging for him, and he dove into its attack. Wings spreading out on either side of him, as its teeth skidded against his fur and fell free, as it collapsed under the weight of the overgrown pup. Using his wings as cover from further ambush, he spread them over himself and the coyote as he finished the kill.