C’mon… I Want You To Do It… Hit Me!

Fire? Fire in the grass lands? His bird told him thr story and he went running full speed towards the commotion. He arrived to find a cart, an intruder, and Gossy.
"Get 'em Gossy!" He cried, even if his younger sister was breaking the rules. As the girl took on the intruder, Mortis threw himself at the fire. Luckily it was still small and hadn't gotten far in the chilly winter grass. He began to beat at it with his wings. Smothering and suffocating it. Ignoring the way it burned his feathers. The pack came first, the pack had to come first. He stifled hisses and yelps as he put out the flames until none of the fire remained. Then, trembling and exhausted he turned his attention back to his sister, and the wolf that didn't care who got hurt so long as she got the thrill of burning things down.

He turned his attention to the cart and started to disassemble it with some well aimed kicks. Holding his singed and hurting wings limply at is side.