snow angels and a mud puppy

With Hika’s help, it was easy to deposit Oph onto the winged heirs back. He curled a wing upwards and over his sister, holding it humped over his back a little awkwardly. It offered Ophelia concealment and safety, he could see the young girl was even more overwhelmed then he was by the fighting. Seeing her cringe... in a weird, twisted sense, it made him like his sister even more. She was so much like he had been at her age. Shocked by violence, which made him an outcast to the Reapers brood.

Even as he comforted his sister, Hika comforted him, walking along under his other wing, and occasionally bumping into his side. After a moment, the white wolf broke away to run ahead into the snow. Mortis grinned, and wiggled down onto his bum. “Do you want to hop off and play in the snow, or stay on, Ophelia?” he asked. He could play with her on his back, or at his side.