A voice in a memory

He looked at the wolf before him. His coat and mannerisms had changed, but if he looked for them, he could find pieces of the wolf that had helped to guide his childhood. “Sounds good” he said, as Mag’s two companions slipped by and out. Leaving Mags and Mortis alone for a moment.

At least until the plodding sound of the reindeer announced Harper's presence behind him. The creature prodded Mortis in the butt, encouraging him to move, and he stepped to the side, giving room for Magnus to leave the den. “Was it a big shock?” he asked softly as they began to move away from the den.


"Mortis Fatalis"