Meet and greet

Mortis bounded forward to meet the man, and paused when he registered the shock in the other wolfs features. He followed the man's gaze to his wings, and then back to his face again. Mort broke out into a sheepish smile. He was use to Armada wolves already knowing about his wings. He forgot sometimes what a shock they could be.

Still, he let his tail give a welcoming wag, pushing aside any worries and concentrating on the moment. Welcoming the distraction. "Oh, hey your Naiche right? My Da accepted you into the pack, but we haven't met yet." He explained to the other wolf. Bounding a little closer. His wings spreading out lazily in the air around him. He trotted up and nudged his shoulder against the other man, grinning across him. Wondering when the shock would wear off. "I'm Mortis Fatalis" he finished introducing himself.

He knew a tinsy bit about the man. He still lived at home, so he got a lot of his gossip from his old man. It struck him then, that he could pick his own den in the pack starting tomorrow. Did he want to move out of home? Build himself a home? What a strange idea. He liked curling up intop of Sirius and sticking is noes into Zees coat.