tippy toes

*Mortis* · 08-01-2020, 09:25 PM

The woman before him responded with silence, her head lowering closer to the surface of the water. Mort lowered his wings, ignoring the feel of wet feathers against wetter fur. He hunkered down, letting his knees brush moving water as he sought to make himself less threatening, smaller. He must tower twice the height of this wolf when she was standing, and instead she had let herself sink into the stream. Was she afraid of him? She didn’t smell of fear, and there seemed to be something strange about her. He could not place it.

She bounded closer to him, and he watched her cautiously, like one might watch a child in fear they would slip on stones. There seemed a strange youthfulness to her, despite the fact that it was he who was the pup among them. “Your name is Farrah?” he repeated back to her, not certain if he had caught it right.

At her interest in her wings, he let them slip free again, spreading them just so on either side of him. No, i’m a wolf, like you. These were just… well… I don’t know. I was born with them, but my mother, my father, they are wolves. As are my siblings, and therefore, as am I” he stretched his wing to the side, to rustle past her nose, since she seemed so curious of them. A pupyish grin on his maw, despite his confusion.

"Mortis"

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