Mordecai

"I see greatness in you.  I feel it."

Tala's words ring through the recesses of Mordecai's mind.  The wind whips through his dense fur as he looks over the common area his small pack has carved for themselves.  Oleander's den clings to the brush-heavy edges, with the devil herself peeking out.  Nyra approaches, shaking the snow off of her pelt and taking her sleeping spot under the overhang as she trades out with Dala, the dirt beneath padded and fluffed with moss, feathers, and fur.  Clover and Aurum emerge from where Nyra disappears, trading flirtatious remarks and hunting plans as if there were no difference, surely.  Oleander comes out of her den to check on Fera, who's staying in a den close to Oleander's, as she nurses the pups Tala delivered.

His pack is small, but the warm, joyous feeling that swells in his chest causes him to cry out.

"Elispier!" he calls, howling his jubilance for miles around.  "Elispier!"

Voices from the clearing call back in return, and soon the mountainside is alive with noise.

"Elispier!"

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