Times are changing

Hikaru emanated warmth beside him, until his shoulder felt warmer than the rest of him. It was difficult not to give into the urge to snuggle closer to the cute white wolf. They had spent a lot of time together over Mort’s self-exile, but they hadn’t crossed the threshold of friendship into something… more. Mortis himself was too awkward and afraid to bring it up - afraid of opening himself up that wide, afraid of hurt - himself or Hika. Hika had in turn respected his silence on the subject, and had simply… been there for Mortis. Through all of it.

Who was Hika to Mortis? It was a complicated question, and one he couldn’t help but dwell on every time he saw the red marking on his lip raise in a smile.

Mortis returned the smile, though it was subtler than his friends, more filled with worry. “Thank you Hika… I… thank you.” he leaned his head against his own shoulder, and in turn Hika’s head. “I worry where the future is going to take us.” He admitted.

"Mortis Fatalis"