a huntin' we will go

Mortis wasn’t so sure about an apology gift to Siren, he felt like the mental trauma cycling through her mind would take a lot more than a coat to fix. He was however thrilled to be spending some time with Magnus. He would take any excuse to go hunting with the older wolf. He was family to Mortis, and a kinder one then his Warlord dad.

He sent his kea ahead to scout, and his leopard, one of Bast’s children, stayed at his heels. He looked across and down at Magnus. It still shocked him every time he looked at the older wolf, he felt like Magnus should be taller than him. “I am!” he agreed. He might be higher ranking, and a hulking beast of a wolf, but he had a child's heart and looked up at Mags as an authority figure. He would take his cues from the other wolf.