Mortis chuckled, keeping his paws still as the tiny wolf danced around them. He reached a wing forward, and used the point to tickle behind her ear. “Nocturnal pretty it is” He agreed easily. He started to move then, brushing his paw under Ursa and carefully lifting it (and her) upwards, and then down again. He’d do that for as long as she wanted, or simply walk beside her, leading her further into the woods.
“Alright, we need to practise how to be silent, and search for scents. Can you do that?” He asked his tiny daughter. He turned his head down to look at her, one brow quirked as he checked to see how confident she was.
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