A solid maybe on not a date

It didn’t take long for the white warrior to shake off a few layers of sleepiness and notice something odd about Mort’s manner. From there, his eyes found the bag and the start of excitement sparked in his eyes. His soft silver gaze glowing like starlight. “We are'' the winged heir agreed, nudging the smaller wolf with his side. Fighting the urge to dig his nose into his friend's plush coat.

“Are you ready to go, or do you want a bit longer to wake up first?” he didn’t want to go dragging him off a few lands over before he had even had a chance to shake off sleep. He ignored the little reminder in the back of his head telling him he couldn’t introduce his friend to his Grandmother, that she wouldn’t be there.