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

He lifted the little stinky wolf up until she could reach the higher branch, and waited patiently while she scrambled off his nose. Once she was clear of the his landing zone, he hoped up, skipping a few steps to simply reach that higher branch and pull himself up. His height aided him, but his balance in the tree was also exquisite. Trees had been his playground growing up.

As he moved cautiously onto the tree house, she would pepper little questions at him. He flopped down nearby the small wolf, and stretched his wings out, so one hovered gently above her. His long limbs stretched outwards. These days, he took up most of the space in this tree house. “Of course they like you. You guys… all of you, are just at a point in your lives when your testing boundaries and learning things. Theres so much to learn, but you guys are siblings, they’ll come back to you.” He hoped he wasn’t a liar. All of his first litter it seemed had left him now. Indigo was all the way in Auster, and Asla spent most of her time there. Azure had been extra grumpy and scarce of late. Just little old Mort, here in the Armada, trucking along.