Past the tribulation

Mortis blinked in surprise at that. He supposed there were other wolves that had considered him a sweet thing as a child. Tamsyn for one came to mind, but the statement still seemed only personal, and made him blush. They stood in awkward silence for a moment, and then Iris was speaking again. Digging a hole as she told him he was still adorable, no, attractive. At this point, he was red from his ears to his nose.

It took him a moment to realise he wasn’t the only one blushing, as her words became more stammered and uncertain. Her posture folding in on itself, like she was deeply embarrassed, or… perhaps even afraid. “Oh… Iris.” he laughed softly. ’ I thought I was the only one that could make such a mess of my words. It’s okay, really. And please don’t Sir me, I'm just Mortis.” He said, spreading out a wing to touch the tip of it to her cheek. “Just Mortis, your…. Friend?” he suggested timidly.

"Mortis Fatalis"