if you don't love me at my stinkiest...

The oversized pup grinned and placed his paw over the tiny scratch marks left behind by his little sister. His paw swallowed them whole, another reminder of the whopping size distance between them. It made him feel... protective, and puffed-up proud of his little sister. Over-protective was a familiar state for him when it came to this litter. He had been a part of raising them, baby sitting them any time his mum and dad needed a break. He had been a jungle gym for them their whole lives, and he would die for the tiny munchkins.

Mortis lowered his head, placing it under her rump. "Sit back and ill give you a lift up" he offered. Sometimes it was useful to be the tall wolf around. At her question, his eyes widened and he tried to lock gazes with her. "Never." He promised "Not if you don't want me to." She wasn't his kid, she was her sister, and her trust was just as precious as her safety. He would hide her from their parents if she asked. Even if it meant facing Sirius' scary wrath. She might not know it yet, but Mortis would always have her back.