Death was... perhaps the most constant thing in his life, so perhaps this is why he takes it much easier then others might, it was more natural to him to see others die, not by his hands. Lord no, Mortz wouldn't hurt a fly unless it bit him. Then it deserved what it got, just as a wolf who attacked his family deserved the same right back at him. He wished he knew who had killed Miss Everchime, he'd have gone after them and ripped out their throats, wish he could find the sea lion who had taken down his father Weylin, wished he could find that momma bear and distroy her den and kill off all of her babies and leave behind nothing because if you leave something behind it might come back to bite you in the ass later on down the road. That momma bear should have killed him when she had the chance, should have picked his bones clean... but she hadn't and in the end he would be picking his own teeth with her rib bones. This, he swore, just as he swore to get vengence upon Miss Everchimes killer or killers, he didn't care how many of them where left to eat, he'd do it. Till his last breath.

And so to get away from the sea air, the giant of a wolf moves on thick limbs from the sandy shore-line of Glorall and into the heavily forested outlands. His paws are thick and push away most of the muck from the last couple days of rain, his tawny brown coat so very much like Miss Everchimes will remind him for the rest of his days that he had failed to protect her. Atleast, that's what his brain tells him. In truth, Miss Everchime did almost die but it was not due to the brutal attack the wolfess pelt had met with, but due to child-birth. She was alive and well, but he did not know this. Steadily she was getting better but steadily he was thinking to himself that she was gone forever and it had been his fault that she was not here any more. And so he pushes further and further until he gets to the Enocra Woodland, the smell of pine, spruce and fir cling heavily to the land as he moves deeper and deeper into them.

His paws heave his great bulk over one of the fallen logs as he gets closer to the Mecor Valley, as the waters get deeper he starts to find the higher ground and begins the tight rope like walk across logs that have fallen across ponds to give a natural bridge. He wonders if Pan is still around here, the older male had been a good friend of Miss Everchime, he would need to be told of what had happened. He wondered who else would need to know, he tries not to think of it as he keeps pushing himself further and further in, but it's hard not to think of the wolf that had practically raised him from a pup. This is when he stumbles across the male sprawled out on the rock, just enough of something to take his mind off everything that had happened. The male looked entirely to tired to do anything to Mortz even if he tried. "Everything alright man?" he asks cautiously the male looked like he was on deaths door step almost, "you look like you've been on a really long run."

"talks like this"