Times are changing

Hika was sweet and pure, and always there when he needed him. He also, somehow, always had the ability to make Mort blushed. He did so now at the simple words he spoke, that meant so much.

As Hika indicated the space beside him, Mort settled down, and wrapped one wing around the smaller wolf, leaning into him and holding him close. A pose that felt so familiar to him. “It’s about the Armada, and my father. Tamsyn said… she said that he’s not as sane as he appears to be. I’m worried about my siblings, Hika.” He said softly. It was a huge responsibility that he was going to be bringing onto himself. By returning. “If he loses it, Hika, I’m going to have to be the one to stop him. I’m… I’m the only one left that can.” Was he? Could he? Azure could have, if he needed to, but could Mortis? He had undergone the same training, the same strengthening, but he had never possessed the tenacity that his brother had.


"Mortis""Hika"