Set the traps and stomp the grounds

The idea of calling Mortis her friend was still strange and foreign to her, but the more time they spent together the more comfortable with it she became. He was easy to be around and adorable in the way he approached things. Even though she still refused to ask for his help whenever she was collecting herbs or working on her training, she wouldn't turn it away if it was offered and she just enjoyed his company even if he just stayed near by while she worked. Today she was working on the latter while Zee was off doing something else, getting some pointers and tips from the winged heir. He was one of the few males that she had overcome her fear of so it was a bit more comfortable having him place her paws or direct her movements than it was when Sirius did it.

She stopped mid motion at the sound of the Warlord's howl, her ears perking as she lifted her head toward the noise. She wasn't surprised when Sirius called fro her, but hearing him call for Mortis in the same breath was a surprise. She glanced at her friend before dutifully trotting off toward Sirius, finding the dark male fairly easily. She glanced between Sirius and Mortis as the Warlord commanded him to prepare the fire pit and to make it a big one without a single bit of explanation or reason other than they would have a lot of things to dry. She gave Sirius a slightly confused look, but listened intently as she was given the task of salvaging food and coats for Zee as well as seeing to her comfort - and to not take no for an answer. She gave a little tilt of her head, but before she could ask anything he was off, leaving her with more questions than answers. She gave a small shrug and followed after Mortis till she found Zee, walking up to the Queen with a dip of her head. "What's happened?" she questioned, starting to evaluate the scene. "Sirius told me to salvage food and furs."

"Iris"