playing in the (early) snow

It didn't sound like another Shinobi around was a deal breaker. That was good news. If Hattori decided to give his friend grief, then Mortis would intervene. Diplomatic incident or no. If Hikaru joined the Armada, then he belonged to the pack. It was Morts job to help protect the pack, right?

The white wolfs cheek stained red as he double checked Mort’s certainty that he wanted to join. Morts tail swished behind him, running up against wall in half a motion. The winged boy grinned. The white fur on his friends coat was no friend to hiding blushes. The faint tinge set off his dot marking, and Mortis wanted to hug him and tell him not to worry. "I do. Can you fight?" Mortis had suspected so, but it would be good to be certain.

At his agreement to join, Mortis danced forward. It was more an awkward shuffle then anything else, but he managed to wrap a paw about thr man and squeeze in a friendly hug. His wings didn't have room to move, so he couldn't use those as he normally did. "Thats good, I'm glad. I think it'll be fun to have you around" he woukd just have to keep Hikaru away from Azure. He was Morts, and his brother couldn't steal or hurt him. Leaving thr Armada wasn't easy, but if his friend wanted to leave, Mortis himself would fight for his right to do so.

He pulled back, and tilted his head. Listening. "Do you hear that?" He said, indicating the quiet. "I think the storms stopped."