race me! race me!

At Hanas noise of appreciation, he turned a cheeky expression her way. "Some of the cubs aren't teamed up with a wolf yet. I can see if Bast will let any bond with you, if you like?" He offered, a touch sly. His father was always adopting wolves, and giving them the tools they needed along the way to better themselves. How would it feel for Mortis to be in a position to do that for a wolf for once?

At the tree, Hana showed a great deal of trepidation. He spread his wings wider, offering a supportive nod. He wouldn't let her come to harm. He had promised. He kept his promises.

He moved around on the forest floor, keeping himself under her. At one point he jumped up on his back legs, his nose just touching her belly as she leaped from that branch to another. From there, it was easy pickings and he no longer had to worry. He grinned at her breezy words. He got himself into position, and scrambled up. His claws digginf in, and his wings flared just slightly for an extra edge of balance. His fluffy tail splayed out behind him. When he reached the flat point, he wiggled gently past her. He pulled a spare coat out of oiled leather, and spread it out for her comfort. He subtly pushed aside a little carved bird, tucking it out of sight. "Welcome to my humble abode!"