He had seen groups like this come in before and each time it was when a leader had fallen in some form or another, and a new one had risen up out of the ashes of the old and taken up a seat upon the throne of Glorall. He'd been there to greet each and every one of them, the first he'd stated quiet simply what where they doing here. Next, it had been more calm. Being a yearling pup he had a lot of unseated issues within his little mind, he'd yet to fully comprehend all of these issues. The loss of his mother and siblings to the she-bear had been the start of it all. Barely old enough to take on a fly, Mortz had rushed to his family's aide and only gift he got was a giant paw to the face and getting knocked out for some time. When he'd woken up, there was nothing but a bloody mess in front of the small den they had once shared. The entrance was ripped wide open, the bloody bodies of pups strewn across the hard packed spring ground. It appeared that their mother, a single mother to boot, had come back from her hunting to find the she-bear mauling her pups. Afraid but that old fashioned mothers instinct had kicked in.

Now, with a pack behind her she might have won, or atleast someone would have had the common sense to stop the mother from taking on the she-bear... so that she could have quiet possible saved the last of her pups from utter extinction. Or, perhaps the opposite, perhaps she knew that only one of her pups had survived, and the only way to save him further would be to lead the she-bear away from the den and in the process had gotten herself killed. Whatever the case may be, he had no doubt in his mind that his mother had been a heronine that day. For he was still alive. But... he misses her greatly, she had no pack to support her, she had been for all he knew raped and thrown to the side. But she had stuck it out, did her best for her pups, and then that evil she-bear had thrown the worst thorn into his backside that day. He had woken up to find them all dead, he had mourned over them all, his mother the most... and then he'd been found. Weylin had choosen him, saved his life, brought him back from the brink of death... had given him a new family, swearing never to forget the old one.

As life progressed he was deemed to lose another member of his growing family, two to be exact really, Weylin... the father he'd never had before, the man who was to raise him up high and train him to be nothing but the best, to teach him to make himself stronger, better, brighter, faster, tougher.... but he was lost too. The giant sea creatures they hunted had swollowed up his father and taken him into the merky depths of the sea in a pool of blood and thrashing white foam. Ajax too had been lost, though where the older brother of his was, he didn't know... vanished without a trace. His adoptive mother, oh Selene... he loved her so, what a great mother she was, with the death of Weylin he'd lost his mother as well, for her love for the sea king was perhaps greater than her love for little Mortz. This can not be helped. Love pulls wolves in different directions....

But now he had Miss Everchime, he had Riopat, his new adoptive sister so to speak. He loved them both dearly and wanted more than anything to please them both. So he stayed away from the waters edge, where miss Ever's first daughter had lost her life during the hunt. Poor Miss Ever.. she needed to be loved more than Mortz did. He did well to hide his emotions of sadness and fear. He had to over time. So he goes off. Miss Everchime was sad, but there was nothing he was able to do for her sadness... something deep within her was sad and she wouldn't admit it to him. Rio was off learning from Miss d'Mani he believed in order that she learn how to heal. Which would be a good idea. Since there was bound to be some battles when he got older and he was sure he'd want someone he was close to healing his cuts and bruises.

So he is here, stalking this little group, you've heard his past in short form and now it's time to jump to the present. Watching the little gathering he stayed back, hidden in a large tuff of sea grass. The blades bent and bowed in the soft wind that buffetted the coast. They lay in the shadows, he stays in his place amid the grasses until he see's the familiar form of Silver take to the land and then the howls are released. He doesn't trust many, it's a rare thing indeed for him to trust a new alpha in the way he has trusted Silvertongue, but so far Silver had done more for the pack than any of the others that had come after Weylin. He takes his leave of the sea grass, crawling between the chunks and making sure to keep the grass between him and the group. He goes to the rear, if only to make sure that it is only three that come. But there is a fourth. He is sitting behind a tree and he is different from the other three darker red splashed bodies. He is white.

"Why do you hide?" he says walking out of the grass, he is taller, much bigger than even most two year olds should be. Large paws make divits in the sandy soil. His large head and ears are marked with many different shades of gold and brown. Lighter perhaps than Everchimes coloration, brighter even than hers. His eyes are light copper color, with streaks of bright yellow and orange flecked through out them. He is quizzical in his question, unsure why this little pup is here, why he is hiding as he is. But he smells like the others "you should be with your pack... not hiding... come lets go" he knows that the pup smells like the others and thus he gives him, perhaps a rough bump with his nose in the direction of the others. The pup is harmless, to the point that Mortz doesn't even bother to announce the little boy's appearence to the others.

"talks like this"