Little Brother

Kotori had plans to gain power and that meant being proactive.  His goals were selfish ones but ones that helped the pack all the same.  He was two years old now and had time to quit being of low status by rank.  Being a prince still made him of high stature but he wouldn’t get real respect that way, not from everyone at least.  When he became general more would respect him.  Work came with power though so Kotori had been patrolling the lands before turning to head back across the pack land.

Making his way along he spotted Mort near his own den.  Kotori didn’t spend a lot of time with any of his family, not by lack of caring so much as walking his own path.  For so long he’d hardly been at home and now that he was more he’d been spending a lot of his time with Hikaru in patrolling or out hunting, primarily with Grimshaw.  Other work like training brat kids or whatever stupid task his dad thought up like catching bees.

Either way, he so rarely saw Mort he was quick to change path.  He didn’t spend much time with the siblings in his own litter, even more rare his winged brother. “Hey, Mort,” he cheerfully called out.  His brothers had Kotori’s respect by status and having just looked up to them since he was a pup, at that time the only brothers he had.  “Whacha,” some confusion watching him, “doin?”

"Kotori Fatalis"