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Halo was far more relaxed approaching Mortis than she was approaching strangers. He was someone she'd happily consider a friend, though she'd been fairly liberal in assigning the title. They were friends... right? Yeah. Halo would say so, absolutely. A basket of healing supplies held softly in her jaws, the girl had packed extra witch hazel. The chance that Mortis had scrapes and wounds from training that needed to be cleaned out was nearly absolute. It was later in the afternoon as she set out, and it would be time for dinner soon.

"Mortis, are you home?" Halo called softly as she approached his den, tail wagging. Her eyes glimmered lightly in the low afternoon sunlight, and she was happy to see her friend again, regardless of the context. The girl resolved to spend more time with him, even after her task was done. "And do you have time for a check up?"

"Halo"