we all need something to live for

Mort’s lip twitched in amusement. He’d spent so much of his life trying to please others he couldn’t find it in him to be phased by her surprise. Even if she did seem determined to apologise for it. He shook it off, and concentrated instead on the introduction. “Nice to meet you, Wren” he said instead, stepping closer to the blue-eyed wolf.

“I’m Mortis” He introduced himself. And then, because curiosity bit him he asked. “Who are the three wolves, then?” He had to assume one was Sirius of course. He doubted Azure had granted her entrance to the pack. But he might still be one of the wolves she had met. So who was the other? “And how are you settling in?” he added, his thought train reminding him that she was new.

"Mortis Fatalis"