Emotions were something that Mortis always seemed to struggle with. He got overwhelmed easily, and didn’t seem to know how to deal with them. Losing friends had been hard, losing his mother was nearly catastrophic. He felt lost at sea without an anchor. Being home was both better, and worse. Here he had his family, but also here he had the empty spaces where she used to be.
His tree house was… occupied. He grinned a little at the scent of Hazel and Basilisk in every crack and corner of it. Those two yearlings seemed to be enjoying their freedom as flatmates. He wondered if there was a little something more between them…
He stepped back off the entrance and down to the tree beneath. Here was where Halo lived, and he knocked gently at her door. “Halo, you in?” He asked softly.
Marauder
