This is what you call a flip [Morty, Any]

[Modicum Mortem]

There is very little Modicum Mortem forgets.

His brain is full of memories, all of them leading him to where he was now. He remembers fondly his times beneath Gryffen; the missions he went on as a spy, the hearts he took, the fun he had. He thinks of those horses from so long ago often...where did they go, and more importantly why? No matter now, he needs to focus on his future, of the future of his kingdom. The past is in the past, and wherever those horses ended up, he was sure they were causing some kind of chaos.

And speaking of, one was slinking through the forest now. He smells him first, fresh piss atop an old mark, like some kind of hound dog...he could think of quite a few of those.

The scent is fresh, so it doesn’t take long for him to track down the culprit - a large ivory wolf, a wolf he recognizes. A wolf that is hard to forget. “Crevan,” He grins. “What can I attribute this visit to?”

Modicum Mortem

@[Crevan]