Cold North Winds

Mortis was busy spending the day child-proofing the house with Halo. He had been getting some help from family to cover some of his day-to-day work so he could spend more time at home. Keeping an eye on Halo, and helping set things up. Not that he was worried or anything… but he was. Basilisk and Hazel had been amazing, picking up his patrols where needed.

He leaned back, eyeing the whelping space they had set aside in the den. The place the children would come into the world, and spend the first few months. They had removed any and all hazards, and made it as comfortable as he could. He was just considering what jobs needed doing next when his father howled, calling for the wolves of the pack.

He got to his paws, and nudged Halo gently, kissing her muzzle, and lingering for a moment, leaning against her soft cheek. A part of him didn’t want to go. Didn’t want to deal with whatever pack related things were going to be coming up. But he knew he had to. So he wrapped a wing around Halo, and together, they made their way to the meeting area.


"Halo" & "Mortis"