Mortis startled in surprise as a voice came from behind him. He turned, and there she was. He felt himself smiling at the small white wolf. He stretched out his wings, and nudged her gently with the end of one of them as she came into reach. “So you are.” He agreed, eying her cautiously. She didn’t seem to be upset at him, as so many wolves in the Armada seemed to be as of late.
Perhaps he just struggled with such a strong feeling of displacement, that it was easy to see it in the eyes of those around him. “Please” He said as she offered him tea, and made her way around him to the door. As she messed with the ties to the rawhide, he reached a wing around her back, wrapping it about her in a quick, signature Mort-hug before releasing her. “Here, let me” He said as she tried to drag the heavy basket in. Keeping his paws busy was good.
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