Little miracles

The little whimpers were pulling at Mort’s heartstrings, and he knew they couldn’t delay. She needed to eat, and fast. He wasn’t sure if Ignita would have much to spare with her own large brood. But if she could spare just a little, they could get up one of the Armada’s goats and whatever supplements the pack’s healer recommended. They could make this work. They had to, for this little girl's sake.

“Ours.” Mortis agreed in wonder, leaning down to kiss Hikaru. Just a soft brush on the other boy's lips. The girl's cries were too demanding, and he gently nudged Hikaru forward. “Let’s get her to Ignita and explain what happened to Basilisk.” Since they still needed the Warlord’s permission for this strange circumstance.

He stepped quickly from the temporary cave den they had secured for themselves, and headed to the Warlords den. “Ignita?” he called out softly at her door.


"Mortis Fatalis"