Mortis had been… mopping more than a little since Halo had left. He started to find it a struggle to go about his usual jobs. Patrols were agonisingly long, and hunting for his family took longer than it used to. What he was able to catch, he gave to his kids. It was starting to show in his weight, and the lack lustre that was beginning in his feathers. Some might call it depression.
But he woke up today, and realised he couldn’t let his children fall into this lifeless rhythm as well. He hunted one down, and the first he came across was Wynter. He ruffled her forehead, before planting a soft kiss there. “Hey Kiddo. Have you given any thought to what you want for your future?”
Marauder
