After his talk with Ollie, Mortis reluctantly pulled himself a little further out of his shell. The ache in his chest wasn’t going to go away any time soon, but in the meanwhile his children were clearly seeing his struggles. So, taking two of his children, Mortis ventured out on a hunt. Heading North into the icier territories, so he could teach them how to hunt seals. Once their hunt was complete, he was about to sit down beside the two of them and talk about seal skins. Before he had a chance to do so, heavy footfalls sounded behind him. Turning, Mortis realised another considered this territory their hunting grounds. “Leave or fight, the choice is yours” He said to the two younger wolves beside him. Given the choice, he would leave the seal to the polar bear. But his children were old enough to make their own choices now, and he would stand beside them. "Speech"

Wylan hadn’t been on a hunt with his dad since mum had left, and while hunting didn’t have the same appeal as fighting or healing, he was just happy to be spending time with Mortis and Ollie. The hunt went well, and he could tell their dad was about to start in on a lesson when something interrupted him. Turning to see what, Wylan got slowly to his paws beside his dad.

“I wanna fight, dad.” He said in a stage whisper. “...Ollie got a polar bear coat.” He shot his brother a quick grin, already anticipating the fight. Would Ollie agree too?


"Speech"

Ollie was delighted when his father took him and Wylan on a hunt. He hadn't been on very many hunts himself and he was grateful he got a chance to. He had been jealous of his siblings for learning with their parents without him for so long that he relished every moment now with his father and brother out here.

Ollie sighted the bear in the distance but didn't think much of it while they pulled their seals in. It wasn't until they were settling down for the lesson did he hear and see it properly. 

As soon as the bear made it obvious it wanted their kills, his claws were out and his head was low.

"Took one down with Bas and Iggy, and Bas was knocked out for some of it." He mentioned back to his dad. Had he forgotten to tell him? He was ready to show Mortis he was no longer the sickly boy. He may be the smallest of the party... but he was probably also the most reckless.

He stood over their kills and bristled his fur with a snarl at the bear, daring it to make the first move. He wasn't going to relent.


"Speech"

Mortis heard agreement from Wylan, and a glance over told him both boys were ready for a fight, even if Ollie hadn’t said it outloud. “Alright” Mortis agreed. He was happier to walk away, but boys were young and felt they had a lot more to prove. He remembered that feeling, having encountered it many times in his life. He would let them make their own choices, and simply do the best he could to help them succeed. The polar bear charged them, and Mortis shot forward with all the speed he could muster. Moving surprisingly fast for such a large wolf. His wings flared out on either side of him, his wings tips were sharp as razor blades, and he cut the side of the bear's face to keep it from biting him as he collided with its shoulder. "Speech"

Wylan grinned cheekily at his brother. “How did Bas like being the damsel?” He asked, knowing that with Ollie only recently over his weakness, getting to be the hero had to be a nice change. But that was all the time for jokes he had. Their father, who was taking this a lot more seriously, was charging. Wylan watched with open mouthed wonder as his father used his wings with a great deal more efficiency. Slicing at the bears cheeks with something he always considered so soft and gentle.

Closing his mouth, Wylan shook off his surprise and charged down the side of the bear. Raising a paw, he racked it down the bear’s side. Attempting to do some damage and distract it from their father.


"Speech"

Oleander shot his brother a coy grin to convey his eager feelings about it when he was distracted by the charging bear.

It was awe-inspiring, to say the least, to see his father in action.  He'll never berate Wylan for misusing his wings again, they were far stronger than he realized. He bolted a full second behind his father, aiming for the soft flesh of the inner thigh. A move he did on the last bear that seemed to cause them great pain!

The bear roared out and flailed its arms around. Rearing up it stepped back with the onslaught of wolves upon them. As it reared Ollie raked his catlike claws across its belly, cutting deep into the thick flesh of the bear, revealing a layer of fat beneath.

"Speech"

Mortis took on the more dangerous position of being frontal with the bear. Taking the brunt of its attacks. But he used his wings to deflect its swipe, letting hit the hardest part of the bone at an angle that didn’t absorb the full strength of the blow. Meanwhile, he could feel his sons getting to work around him. He sliced the bear with a wing once more, dragging it down its cheek before he raised a forepaw off the ground and unfurled his massive wings on either side of him. Letting them balance him as he placed his paws around the bear's neck and wrestled with the creature. "Speech"

Wylan drew blood along the bear's side, but quickly realised that Ollie was doing more damage to its softer parts. Copying his brother he went for the belly, hitting the same spot Ollie had so he could enlarge the cut. He extended his claws trying to maximise the damage, and it was already bleeding quickly. Wylan considered the wound with a healer's eye and knew that no matter what, it wasn’t going to shake this one off. They just needed the bear to realise that before it hurt one of them.

As their father wrestled with the large creature, Wylan swiped at the cut one last time, looking for the tender inner parts he knew where up there somewhere.


"Speech"

The beast screamed in pain as it flung his jaws about trying to catch anything within its mouth. Ollie saw Wyl taking his own swipe or two at the soft belly underneath and the white wolf used the lifted knee of the bear to launch off his hinds and clasp his jaws into the armpit of the beast, then pushed against the bear with all his might to tear the flesh out. The other paw came bearing through the onslaught of the others and flung the white wolf away from itself.

Shaking with fury it slumped to the ground, weakly trying to swipe at them as it started to be overcome with pain and terror. Its innards beginning to spill upon the snow. Ollie used the paw's fling to tear the flesh from its armpit!

He landed on his feet, still holding the fur and flesh of the armpit in his jaw and vigorously shaking it in both an instinct and a victory dance.

Panting heavily he dropped the flesh and stood over it as his body began to tremble while he regained his composure. He tried to keep standing but eventually let his tail and hind slump to the ground while he held himself up with his front legs.

"Ttold ya." He huffed proudly, trying to hide his typical adrenal fatigue after a good fight. He would be fine in a few minutes, it wasn't like the double onslaught with the tigers. And his recovery was starting to get quicker lately.

"Speech"