Mortis finally felt like he was settling into a routine. He slept in Halo’s den, and the company kept him from losing his mind. They would sit by the hearth and have the evening meal together, chatting and simply enjoying eachothers company. During the day, patrols kept him busy, but he helped Halo about her den as well. Volunteering for any heavy lifting she needed to do. He slowly worked on building her a patio, as well.
Maybe, just maybe, the Armada could feel like home again. He was in a good mood as he made his way back to Halo’s den. He’d gone hunting earlier in the day, and the pheasant had been smoked for most of the day. The scent of it was strong, and all he could smell as he carried it back to the healers - his? - den.
“Halo, I brought us some dinner” He said as he gently pushed open the door and found her sipping away at her tea. He smiled as he placed the bird on a table.
Marauder
