playing in the (early) snow

Mort didn’t stop him so Hikaru continued and gave a brief version of his life. He wasn’t specific about his training, or the events leading up to his departure, but it was enough to satisfy curiosities. Silvery kohl lined eyes turned up to Mortis as a dark paw rose up to rest on his paw supportively. There had been little physical comfort during his life, but Hikaru was different. He wanted the affection. The corners of his lips managed to pull back into a shy grin. He couldn’t and wouldn’t give up, no matter what happened to him in the past.

No one had spoke about him like Mort did then, telling him he was incredible and courageous. The young boy felt his cheeks flush with a blush, he’d never amounted to much in his homeland, but here was a massive winged wolf saying that he envied him. He blinked back his emotions, taken aback at the sudden invitation. ”You want me to join your pack?” He’d definitely be able to use the foothold, maybe carve out a place for himself. He’d already made a friend in Mortis, at least he would have someone to count on.

Not all was roses and sunshine though, and Mort followed up with a mention of another shinobi. Who could it be? One of Hattori’s loyalists run off? ”It wouldn’t surprise me. There was a bit of an upset not long before I left.” His smile turned into a concentrated frown as he both pondered who it could be and if this was the right choice. ”I’d like to join you. At least for a while to make sure I fit.” He was a little cautious, but then again he was trained to be.