Take my hand

Mortis was definitely aware of the return of muscle tone across Hika’s body. The white wolf was looking sleek and strong again. Elegant in the training field, flowing like snow off a mountain as he moved through a series of training exercises.

Hikas warm greeting went along way to soothe everything inside of Mortis as the boy paused his exercise and trotted forward to see him. Giving a glance about them before kissing Mort on the cheek. The winged hair closed his eyes, leaning into the kiss. Knowing that he needed to broach the subject of what all this meant with his dad. And soon.

“I have a plan. Sort of.” He agreed shyly. “How would you feel about an adventure? Just a little one this time, to dagger isle?”

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