Wheeling Gull Isle Roll out the drums of war

Mordecai couldn't believe what a disaster the pack on the Isle really was. He watched and listened as the two groups had their in-fighting, the bickering falling deaf to him as he the present leader tried to make a plea for Erika's sake. He wondered briefly if Jinx would show mercy, but her terse response answered the question scarcely before it had a chance to bloom into a thought.

He sensed that things were about to go sideways, and they certain did. Ears perked, he took her orders just as they were, and held back briefly as the tide of bodies rushed inwards to those that had gathered in defense. Mordecai decidedly brought up the rear, knowing that the pursuit would be better left to those who had speed on their side and could perhaps snake through the minute ranks of the traitor's guard. He would do better in the fray of bodies, keeping them at bay, and launched himself forward with a bubbling, rolling snarl as the Isle wolves met him.