Colors of the wind

Hikaru had seen a lot of change in his short life. His family had essentially turned their backs on him, he had wandered for so long, and then when he hadn’t even expected it the most important wolf of his life had wandered into his presence. However much his life changed Mort was the constant now. It didn’t matter where they lived, what pack they were in, who was around them… as long as they were together Hikaru would be happy.

Mortis was different though. As the days waged onward he could feel the restlessness in the one that he loved. The discontent that was rising as they lingered in monotony. He hadn’t broached the subject yet, mostly he was waiting for Mort to be ready to talk about it. He stirred lightly in the plush furs of their bed as Mort began to wake that morning.

Hika shifted slightly so that he could wind his pale arms around Mort’s neck. A carefree smile playing over his features. "Good morning,” he returned warmly. "Did you sleep well? It felt like you were tossing and turning there for a while.” He didn’t press much more than that, but he opened the floor for Mort to express himself more fully.

"Speech"