stormy ambitions

*Mortis*

“What's going on here?” Mortis roared. His newly developed authoritative tone striking out between the two wolves. Having been wrangling six puppies for the better part of a season, he held a great deal more confidence in dealing with children then he had had. The winged wolf slowed to a stop just before the two wolves. One a pup, the other a yearling. His patrol had been interrupted by the ruckus, and his eyes move over them now. “Kyanite, get off them right this instant!” He ordered.

He recognised the other pup as Hazel’s new ward, though they had not been formally introduced. The both of them were covered in little cuts, and had been scrapping like wild animals from what he could see. He trotted over, and placed a wing evenly between them the moment Kite complied. “Well, what do the two of you have to say for yourselves?”

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