The urge to bury his head back into the sand again was strong, but the time for that had long since passed. he had responsibilities, and he couldn't hide from them any longer. With Sirius off his rocker, Zee... gone, Azure gone, Indigo in the Hallows and Asla taking on most of the responsibilties in the pack Mortis knew it was his duty to support his sister.

Assuming, of course, that she wanted anything to do with him. Doubt still crowded his mind, but he faught hard to feel a trace of determination and lift his head up high. He made his way to the pack borders and raised his head, howling out to Asla to see where he stood with his sister. To come home and support his family, and to keep an eye on the mad creature the Warlord had become.

If he was a little antsy at the border, he hid it beneath his fanned wings. Not realising the figure he cut, clad in back with great outstretched wings on either side of his towering body. He might not act or feel it, but he was a Dire wolf, returning firstborn of the Armada, and named after an angel of death.

"Aslatiel" She was fat. Fat and swollen and as pregnant as pregnant could be. Aslatiel was a small wolf, but now it looked like she'd swallowed a bolder. She still worked every day, dealing with pack duties and border patrols and all, but it took a lot out of her. She'd done as much walking as she could manage and decided to call it quits. Her paws ached too much to continue, so Asla made her way to the empty den. Acantha was out doing her duty as well. Curled up on a pile of furs outside of the den, Asla's head and ears went up as she heard Mort's familiar call at the border. What was he doing calling from the border? This was his home. She couldn't very well go and meet him, not after she'd been walking for such a long while, so the Reaper raised her muzzle and howled back, welcoming her brother home. She would wait outside of her den for the winged man to appear.

He shifted his weight from paw to paw. It felt strange to return to the Armada. Empty, without Azure and Zee inside of it. He wasn’t entirely certain if it was his home any more, but it had Asla. His sister, the remaining spark of the joy of his childhood memories.

It wasn’t long before her howl drifted over the Armada landscape, calling him home. It was strange that she did not come to greet him, but he brushed it off. She was likely a busy wolf these days.

He strutted over the border without a second thinking it, and made his way to Asla’s den. His sister was sitting at the entrance of it, waiting for him. Waiting, and… and… fat. He frowned it total puzzlement, eyes drifting over her stomach and back up towards her eyes. There was a great big delay before the penny dropped. He startled in realization. Now way! He finished moving towards her and enveloped a wing around his smaller sibling.

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