The big leagues

The girl willingly went into her brother's embrace, giving him a little squeeze with one leg wrapped around his. Mort was so sweet. It was impossible to be upset or angry around him. Not that she was either of those things. Not at the moment, anyway.

Morts words brought a scoffing laugh from the cream and grey wolf. "Little indeed," she chuckled. "I always have time for my brother's." The winged brute buried his nose in her fur and she chuckled again, but something about the motion reminded her of Indy. A sudden frown tugged at her lips but she tried to brush it away. "What are you up to today? Training with Hika, maybe?" She couldn't help but give a little eyebrow wiggle. There was something there, but the two boys were both blind to it.