Saying hello

Mercury sat comfortably in a small field in the Gorge. The two young foxes that had been following him, picking at the scraps he discreetly left them, were playing together. Siblings, he believed. They tousled and growled together, rolling across the grass as he and his Cormorant watched them.

It was late in the morning, and he had yet to decide what tasks he wished to fiful in the day. He could scout some more, but he didn’t want to go too far from the Gorge when Wren would be bringing the pack together soon. He could hunt and craft for their stores, or he could meet with more of the wolves that were to be his pack mates. “What do you think Solar?” he turned his attention to the cormorant, who clicked his beak at him. He rose to his paws, stretching out his legs and carefully balancing his shoulders to keep Solar stable. “Your right, perhaps I’ll call for Sybil? I did offer to pick her brian about diplomacy” he mused, to which the bird made some more clicking noises.

Looking across at the playful young foxes, he shook his head, and then raised it. Calling out to Sybil to see if the young wolf was free.

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