Blacktail Deer Plateau reporting the patterns row by line

"Sure - except I won't be able to talk much, while carrying it," she picked it up though and then realized that maybe the man wanted her to shut up. -- oh man, I didn't realize that could be taken that way, lmao. I HOPE OSPREY DOESN'T FEEL THAT WAY FOR LONG. ;~;

Falling in somewhat behind and to the side of her, Mordecai easily let her take the lead. It gave him a chance to follow someone who at least had a better idea of where the paths were. They were off at an easy lope, one in which he allowed himself to drift thoughtlessly and take in the sights around them. For the most part, it was forestry, dotted and lined with ridges and stones left unturned. The Plateau was an older feature of the area, he suspected, and however long the pack had been there was beyond him. It may not have even been the first incarnation of a pack there, either.

"You know, I've been by the plateau many times, but I have to say there's more to it than I imagined," he said, aware that she was liable not to answer him. It was fine all the same to time, because he could do the talking. "I suppose if not for Dante, I would not have come here either." If not for a lot of things, he wouldn't have been there. He could have very easily just kept going up the coast, past the Wilds, long before the Bay and the Sound were formed packs intent on keeping their territory safe.

But he hadn't, he had been drawn inward, towards the mountains. And the rest was history after that. Which prompted him to ask her another question, one he hoped she would at least be likely to share. "Were you born here?"