The sight that had met his eyes while he'd proudly chewed on the flipper of the sea lion would have utterly crushed anyone who wasn't used to seeing blood, who wasn't used to seeing the waters turn termoil and violent. He'd witnessed a scene similar to it when he was but a young pup, barely able to go outside of the den let alone take on the monster that would eventually distroy his very life. He still remembers that morning like it was yesterday, the light shining in through the hole, his mothers soft kisses along his cheek, her softly whispers words. He could never blame her for what happened, it wasn't her fault... to young to be a mother, no help from a large pack in the care of her new litter of children, no male to help her hunt for the food that would keep her and her young alive. Her heart was big, for most would have left their pups, unwilling to spend the time and energy to make them big like they would become, no heart. But she was the perfection of a mother. This is were perhaps he and Riopat probably have their differences. But their story of pain and loss is the same. To soon, to young.. not enough time to get to know the one's you love, wishing upon all the falling stars in the world wouldn't make either return to them. Mortz had watched the large brown muzzle reach within the den, snapping and snarling. He'd been the biggest in the litter, brawny and full of spunk his mother had told him one night that he would be a great hunter. This he would ensure to happen.

When the muzzle couldn't find what he had smelled the large paw had come in, digging at the hole to make it larger, scooping pups up in it's grasp and pulling them from the safty of the den, their screams and yelps could probably be heard through out the landscape, Mortz had tried desperately to save his siblings, but had received the back side of a paw to the face slamming him against the wall and forcing him to sleep for some hours. In the mean time the mother bear had done what nature had intended her to do. She obliterated the remaining pups, three in total. Two males and a female. His mother had returned to the thrashing of the bear only to find herself in the bears path and to find the afterlife with her remaining pups. After hours of sleep the young Mortz, barely months old, woke up groggy and unsure of where he was. He slowly got up and crawled out of the den to find the scene of a murder before him. The mother bear had ripped apart his siblings till there was nothing left but the odd puff of fur denoting which was which though to be truthful they were all relativily the same colors. He had cried for their loss, howled his little puppy howl to the winds and begged to be taken with them. The sight of his mother though had torn him ashunder.

Her form lay nearly pristine in the shaft of light as the sun rose to noon time, no up-lift of her chest ment that she no longer lived, the sole remaining pup rushed to her side, sniffing and snuffling tears away from his eyes, golden orbs like the sun cracked as the blood stained his paws and face, his mother was gone, his siblings where gone, he was utterly alone and left for dead. Though he would never blame his mother for this. She was a good wolf after all. It was hours later when Weylin and Ajax found him in a heap on his mothers body, curled up and crying. Promptly he was picked up by Ajax and with Weylin speaking a few words to the spirits of the dead they left for Glorall. Adoption was what it was, at first he didn't want to live, he wanted to be with his mother, but the gentle yet crooked gait of Ajax with his bum leg had lulled him to sleep. In their final moments he found himself in a different place. Now, nearly a year later and Ajax was gone, missing or presumed dead. Weylin the man who adopted him as a son, the ruler of Glorall, had vanished benieth the salty waves of Glorall. Taken to his grave by a sea lion.

It had stunned him. Left him shocked to his very core. He'd tried to run into the water, tried to grab the sea lion and rip it's neck apart, wanted to feel the warm blood of the creature course down his neck and stain his paws. But Everchime had chased after him when no one else had, it wasn't for lack of wanting, but she had dragged him back to shore, had pinned him down until his breathing regulated, till he stopped seeing red, she had forced him to stop what he was doing and think. "If the sea lion could take down your father, what will it do to you little wolfling" her words had been harshly whispered, but again he could not blame her, she was doing her job. Making sure that he was alright. In time he calmed and remembering the words he had spoke of his mother he began to slowly recite them almost word for word. "My voice is yours, your heart is mine. You are a wolf of Glorall, rest with your grandfather and those who fell before you in the knowledge your blood still runs free in Moladion." With that he had left, to be with his mother Selene, Weylin's mate and imprint as far as he knew. They had stayed with in the den for days. But Mortz needed to get out, he gave her a lick on the side of the face and started off for the outlands. He would support her in whatever battles she decided she needed to go into. She had adopted him just as much as Weylin had and he would not let Weylin down no matter what happened.

Now he walks along the eastern side of the crater, this was new territory for him, he'd been found in the western part of the crater and he figured this would take his mind off the pain that had been filling him for days, he would take down that sea lion, he would kill the bear that had taken his family. They would all pay for their mistakes in targeting the ones he cared about. All of them. He was so lost in his thoughts of revenge on the animals of Mandolin that he didn't notice the she-wolf that was pouncing on the mouse, nor the tears that slowly fell from her eyes. Her white form though did distract him. His golden orbs fall across her form, watching her from under the bushes he'd been heading towards, fall wasn't the best time of year for hiding in bushes what with most of the leaves falling off them but his brown honey hued coat mixed in well with this leaf litter and so he seems, for all intensive purposes to be hidden. When he spots the small crystal tear that falls from her cheek he can't help but go to her. "Are you alright?" he says as he crawls out from under the leaf matter, his body is bigger than hers, even in their similar age, his paws are massive, ears to big for his body, even bigger than they should be. He would grow up to be impressive with age. "My names Mortz, what's yours?" he asks, kindly, softly, he'd learned how to be this way from Selene with her soft spoken words.

"talks like this"