Meet and greet

There had been a time when Mortis knee every single wolf in the pack. He was quick to be the welcoming committee to those that found their way to the Armada. Somehow, more wolves had slipped into the pack and he hadn't had a moment to appreciate or meet them. Then Mal had gone missing, and he found his time take up with searching and wallowing. She had been his best friend, and now she was simply... gone.

He wasnt sleeping or eating well any more. An adult would have told him he was pinning, but he had been too busy missing her to put a label on his emotions.

When he crossed the scent of a wolf he knew he had introduced himself to, he hesitated.for the first time in his life, he debated the worth of letting someone else in. Of letting someone else hurt him. Oh, he was a bum head. Of course he qoumd go meet them. How could he let himself have doubts? Forcing a friendly smile onto his features, he bounded forward after the scent.