My friend.

*Mortis* · 08-24-2020, 06:00 PM

The gentle paw nudging him startled him from sleep. Groggily he lifted his head, scenting pack, and female, and “Ma-!” he began, shooting to wobbly paws, and then realising his mistake. Not Mal. Mal was missing. It was Hana, his new friend. The wolf he had been playing with well Mal was probably cold, alone, and maybe even dying, out there.

His face instantly fell, through he tried to hide it. He knew it wasn’t Hana’s fault, and the woman had been doing her best. She had gone to Valhalla to talk to the wolves there. “She wasn’t there.” it wasn’t a question, he could see she had returned empty handed.

He struggled a step forward, fatigue making him fuzzy and wobbly. His eyes barely made it open after a blink. But he shook himself, and took another step. Lack of sleep couldn’t take him. He was on a mission. “Tamsyn said we should search near the pack and then fan out West. We gotta…” he blinked, swaying. “-Gotta go look.”

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My friend.

Hana

Mortis