One last call for alcohol

Leaving Mort’s side was always difficult, especially after he’d nearly lost his life to the oozing sickness. That morning he was feeling especially slow, with strong arms and wings wrapped around him it was much easier to glaze over the call and fall back asleep. A small smile played on his pale lips, and happiness fluttered in his breast as he traveled between dream and reality, now that he had Mortis it was harder than ever to distinguish between the two. Hika blinked open his eyes, barely registering he was being called to congregate at the Warlord’s paws.

Sleepily he rolled back into Mortis, breathing him in sleepily when a few moments later another call rang out. He was more awake so this second time registered much more clearly the need for his presence. There was no hesitation the second time, his own desire did not trump the will of his alphas. He wiggled carefully from Mort’s grasp and placed a kiss on his forehead before rushing out the door towards the meeting place.

Azure must have just been inordinately impatient because there were only three others gathered before he got there. So his sleeping in would likely be forgiven this time. He offered a humble dip of his head to both leaders before taking a seat.

"Speech"