clue me what to do

Mort shrugged, knowing he wasn’t going to get through to his brother easily. Perhaps he would think on his words, and see some measure of wisdom in them at a later date. He didn’t respond to Azure’s words, not wishing to argue any further. Mortis loved the wolves of the pack, he loved spending time with them, and winning their hearts. They were, all of them, a part of his family. So long as Azure stood apart, he wouldn’t get to experience the same thrill of friendships and loyalties. In fact, would the pack even wish to follow him? He shrugged off the thought. At the end of the day, Azure was still the stronger, tougher sibling.

“Did you want to get a bite to eat?” he didn’t want Azure to be a stranger, even if their opinions of views was so vastly different, even if he loved Azure more than Azure could ever love him.