A solid maybe on not a date

Mortis slowly opened his eyes. He didn't bother trying to look up at Hika, who he leaned against. Instead he let his gaze drift out to the sky, looking at nothing.
Well.
Hika had made it abundantly clear he didn't fit in where he had come from. Mortis wouldn't have fit in either, not if they where the type of people to watch brain-washed Hana paraded in front of them and do nothing to save her. Sirius and Azure had killed them. All of them. Even the kind hearted Mortis didn't waste a second thinking about the loss of their life.

He didn't speak for a while, and after a moment his eyes slipped closed again. Hika was an affectionate, busy wolf. Spending his time gently grooming Morts coat. The winged heir had never met a wolf that was as free with affection as he himself was before. It was... nice. It helped to distract him from his thoughts for a time. Maybe he needed to cut Hana some slack, she had been raised by slavers after all. They had messed with her head, given her a weird idea on what marriage was. Maybe she didn't know how to cope with the new direction of her life. Mortis could relate, after a time, Mortis pulled away, paddling softly into the deeper part of the pool. He didn't sit still for long, or easily. He was restless by nature. "If you wanna relax, I might go catch a rabbit for lunch" he didn't mention the dried meat in his bag, he had some steam he needed to work off.

If jt had been Mal with him, they would have fallen into a game of hide and seek. If it was Hana, they would have raced. Raced, and raced, and raced. That girl loved to run. What kind of wokd would Hika be? What did he like to do?