in the land of giants

He easily followed after the smaller wolf, making his way through the tall grasses. He glanced down at the small pale wolf, and stretched open one wing, extending it over her and casting her shadows, shielding her from the heat of the midday sun. “I’m Mortis - and if you need any help placing who people are, and where they fit into the pack or family, I can help untangle it for you” he offered warmly. He felt like it had been a long time since he had been the excited pup, running into every newcomer and welcoming them in the pack.

It quickly became apparent she was leading her towards a relatively new den and plot. He had seen it in passing on one of his patrols, but had politely not intruded. They stopped near the garden, and the Winged boy sat down, extending his paw. “Sounds good, just tell me how you want me to hold it” he said, letting her work how she needed. He had been raised with Iolaire, so he knew the importance of a healer being prepared. “How are you settling in? Does your den need any more outfitting?”

"Mortis""Hika"