birthday surprise!

The Warlord was a very early riser, and often spent the predawn time patrolling. Today, one of his son’s companions had come to him and told him to wait in his den. No explanation given, but no urgency either. He was willing to wait and see what Mortis had up his sleeve. He settled back down on his bedding, putting his head on his paws as he waited to see what was going on. It was unusual for Mortis to ask anything of him, but when he did - if often related to his children. Were they planning to ambush him? No matter how busy he was, he would always find time to play with his grandchildren. So he waited, and was eventually rewarded with the sound of his name being called from young lips.

He got to his paws, shaking out his coat as he trotted towards his den door. Here, no doubt, was the reason he had been asked to stay. “Ursa! Hello, oh my, that’s a mighty big hare. Did you catch it yourself?” he asked her.

"Speech"