More than Just the Gloomies

Winter had never been a favourite season of Mortis. When the pack had lived in the Plains, he had loved to fish and swim in the ocean beside their territory. The waters in the North were much colder, and Winter was not very inviting at all. He spent much of his time when he wasn’t hunting or patrolling in the den. Taking in the scents of Halo, and being there when his children wandered in and out as they pleased.

The days grew shorter, and he spent much of his time wondering how Halo, Whisper, and Warden were doing out there. He hoped they’d gone South, into the warmer territories. He hoped they were eating enough, and warm enough. It was hard not to think of them, Halo especially. The hole she left in his heart was too wide to comprehend.

“Hi Ollie” he called out from a coat near the hearth, offering a smile to the white wolf as he stepped in out of the cold. “You don’t need to announce yourself, this will always be your home too” He pointed out lightly, scooting over so Ollie had space beside him if he wanted it.

When the other wolf leaned into him, Wylan wrapped a wing lightly around him and kissed his brow. “It’s good to see you. I hear you and Wylan have done some work cleaning up that treehouse. How’s it coming along?” He asked conversationally. He didn’t even ask about the basket, it was starting to become a very familiar sight to see the white wolf with his healer supplies heading around the pack. Just like his mother, in so many ways. He brushed a paw lightly across the top of the boy's eyes, touching the Fatalis markings that lay there. Not realising the almost desperate nostalgia in his own eyes.

Wc: 311
Total: 584


"Halo" & "Mortis"