It's all so incredibly loud

He rested his chest more firmly on the branch, and dangled his paws as he looked at the blue wolf below him. At his question, the other wolf pipped up, explaining that they were exploring. It was hard to get scents from this vantage point, but Mortis thought he might be a pack wolf.

How old was the boy anyway? He looked gangly and long limbed, the kind of look that meant he had a lot of growing yet to do. Likely he was quite young - but Mortis found the idea almost strange. He still considered himself as young. Someone who hadn’t figured out yet what it meant to be an adult.

Mortis grinned as the question was turned back to him. “Oh, lost. Definitely lost. I haven’t been in these woods for a while, and it all looks so different…”


"Mortis Fatalis"