bunk buddies

It was late, and Mortis had just finished fetching something for Siren to have for dinner. He brought it up to her smaller room set higher in the small cave-den. The small flight of steps up almost made him trip, before he arrived in the windowed space that was all her own. He didn’t enter the room, just placed the meat on the floor with a friendly wave of his tail. “I’ve almost got the waterfall working, Siren” he explained, he had been experimenting with having water tumble down the side of his cave. He just needed a way for the waterfall to replenish itself, or a way to suck the water back to the top… it was hard work, no doubt.

A voice down below caught his attention. “Oh, i’ll just see who that is” he said to Siren, before ducking back down the stairs, to be greeted with a surprising sight. “Uncle Mags!” he cried, and flew into the arms of one of his mentor-wolves. The man had missed, but Mortis had turned into a yearling well he was gone, and finished filling out the promise of his youth. He almost crushed Magnus beneath flailing limbs and wings.