race me! race me!

*Mortis* · 07-29-2020, 02:52 PM

Mortis used his wings for easy affection. Offering warmth, comfort, protection from rain, or simply a version of a ‘hug’ to those around him with the feathery appendages. When Hanako didn’t pull away from friendly boops, he scooted closer to her. Draping one wing across her back, so the soft feathers brushed against her coat. He kept it only loosely there, so she could wiggle away in a heartbeat if it made her uncomfortable.

The wing on his other side spread out across the warm sand, opening wide, to let wind and sun brush across every crevice. The Armada-girl introduced herself as Hanako, and admitted she hadn’t been here long. “Everyone’s been training hard lately, we have a raid coming up” he explained to her, not wanting her to think the Armada wolves were reclusive. He had not found them to be so.

“So - do you have the comfiest bed from our stores, and tried an array of our preserved meats yet?” he asked, turning to grin at her. He was accustomed to being the wolf that rolled out the welcome wagon. “I enjoyed it too, most people want to fight, not run, but sometimes you just need to let loose.”

"Mortis"

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