Blacktail Deer Plateau reporting the patterns row by line

This time around as she spoke, Mordecai couldn't help but feel as though she were gently chiding him for blatantly insulting the troll's nest. He found it amusing as he branched out to explore a bit himself. It was a short jaunt through the midst of the nests, his pausing less frequent than her own. With the lingering smell of staleness lodged somewhere firmly in his nose, Mordecai wasn't entirely sure what to make of the area. Her question only caused him to furrow his brow as he sought her out, this time finding her around one particular clump of knotted, tangled, and torn roots.

He made a uncertainty noise in his throat, pressing on towards one area that he had been back through. "Maybe this one?" he suggested, eyeing the mass of fallen tree and brambles it had promptly taken with it. The shrubbery jutted out beneath the truck awkwardly, as though it had been trying to escape the entire time. And then, his interest lodged somewhere else. "No, wait, over there, near the edge of all this." Mordecai gestured towards it. "Last place anyone would suspect a troll's nest, right?" The wolves had been drawn in towards the center of the area, so somewhere off center seemed better.

He started towards it, wondering if they'd find anything at all.