Someone close the curtains

Mortis yawned as he made his way towards the pack's central spot. Passing the mouth of the valley as he entered the more secure territory cushioned between the mountains. He didn’t get very far before he noticed a red toned wolf standing before a den, with two large skins laid out beside him, looking lost in thought. “Ruga, right?” he asked as he walked up towards the other wolf. “Sorry, I don’t think we’ve ever been properly introduced, i’m Mortis” he said politely as he came to a stop before the red wolf and the skins.

He also looked at the skins, studying them for a moment before turning back to the blacksmith. “What are you doing, need a hand?” He wondered.


"Mortis Fatalis"