bunk buddies

His tackle-hug hit Magnus full on, and the older wolf caught him in his paws and Mortis was able to bury himself in the other wolf's coat, his wings coming around to hug him too. He had lost Malalia, and Mags had been gone so long he had thought he had lost him, too. But here he was, back again! And Mort was so glad.

“You’ve shrunk!” he accused his mentor and friend, and then Magnus brought his attention back to Siren, and he pulled back slightly, giving the silvery wolf a frown-smile. Then leaning forward to whisper. “She’s… really shy, she’ll come down if she’s up for it” and left it at that. He wasn’t dragging poor Siren around any more than he had to. In fact, maybe Mags could offer him some advice in how to help Siren, but he wasn’t going to be talking about her like she wasn’t even here. Even if she was staying out of sight. “Wait… did you say bunk buddies?” his tail began a furious wiggle behind him. His den had been feeling so empty, and Siren had helped, but… Mags would be very welcome. ‘Oh, wait… Siren!” he called up. “You cool if Mags bunks in here? He won't enter your room or bother you without your say-so” he was sure Mags would be happy to agree to those terms.