If only they knew just how similar they where, if only the world could show them that path that was so invisible to the naked eye that one would never find it without clues. It's to bad that Wey's gone missing on poor little Mortz, left to his own defenses he'd gone slightly wild. Well, wilder than the rest of them. No mother to watch over him, to run and jump and play with him until he tired out. No siblings to taunt and tease, to play tag with and jump over rocks and under logs. They where all gone. A bloody mess on the ground, ripped and torn apart to the point that one is surprised that he could have recognised them as they where. He has nightmares now, deep horrible dreams, of the monster that had ripped apart his den, pulling out the pups like they where chips from a bag, dipping them in the saliva of it's mouth and eating them. He always wakes with a start, scared out of his mind, shaking and one could swear he was sweating but wolves don't nessessarily sweat. Panting was more the thing for them, and pant he did this morning when he'd woken up.

Ajax lay next to him, silent in his sleep almost unknowing of the dangers that roamed within his tiny childlike mind. He was a child still, only another season and he'd be a year old. Similar to the little wolf pup that Moon had adopted into her fold. But under different circumstances. Mortz didn't have a mother to go back to if he could have, the bear had taken them all away in a short span and left dear little Mortz all on his own. It's a freakin' miracle that he'd even survived. A twisted fate is all he can think of. Without a noise he slips from the small den, still cautious when he leaves it because he doesn't know if the bear will come back to get the rest of his meal. He doesn't know how long he's been wandering, his days are full of nothingness, his light nearly all but gone from his eyes. One day he would grow up to be big and strong, one of the strongest of the wolves of Glorall, he knew this but at the moment he was so very unaware of just what was going on that he seemed almost in a dream.

It wasn't until he heard voices next to what Ajax had told him was the boarder of their home, a home... a strange thing indeed to have, and for the young pup it was strange to have such serious thoughts because he should be out playing, he should be out practicing his hunting skills, building up muscle and bone to become big and strong like he wanted to be. He wanted to take down that old she-bear one day, to be the one to deliver the death blow and show her just how horrid it was to take down someone's family. He wished she'd have cubs too, just so he could show her what a waste it was. He'd take down all the bears in this area, be known as the Bear-Killer, that's what he'd do. But right now, he needs to investigate what's going on. Voices that weren't from the meeting created a curious nature within him as he stalked towards the noises and hid behind a bush listening to the male talk with the others.

After a second he sent a call out for Weylin and Mortz scoffed to himself. Perhaps this man didn't know who Wey was, though to be honest Mortz idolizes the bigger wolf, for reasons we don't quiet understand. But he does and that's all that matters right now. His orange hued eyes watched the strangers for a moment before he comes out from behind the bushes. He's not big, not yet, but he's bigger than a puppy his size should be. It's part in due to his future height and bredth he would be a big boy his paws proved this. "Who are you?" he says standing about five to six feet away from the small gathering "and what do you want?" his voice wavers slightly but he puts on a brave face, if only for Wey for when ever he or others show up to this little gathering. He doesn't know why they are here to be honest, he doesn't know much of anything about pack life. Perhaps Selene will teach him, be a mother to him.

"talks like this"