It was late when Mortis returned from his patrol today. There had been an incident with a predator, and he had been the senior wolf on duty. He had cleared out the big cat and her cubs, and was hiding a limp as he returned to the family den. He let out a big yawn and shook out his wings as he approached, and found Wynter sitting by the door with his Kea overhead. The other pups had already gone to bed, had Wynter waited up for him?
He immediately banished any sign of his exhaustion, a grin appearing on his muzzle as he swooped down and kissed her on the crown of her head. “Hey sweetheart, couldn’t sleep?” He asked her gently, wondering if there was something on her mind, or if she was just waiting for him.
Ooc self reminder note: thread to talk about the history of the Armada
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