Whitefish River between two points

More than would seem sensible? Well, that certainly left an impression on Mordecai as to how grand that number was. Of course he had no idea where exactly the limits of their little piece of the world ended or started, but there had been quite a few bodies inhabiting the same places. The tawny Ostrega had yet to really go anywhere that he had been truly left to his own devices unless he absolutely tried. And it was usually rare that he did try. But the thought of how many wolves made home in the various packs was laid to rest quickly as he got the agreement he was hoping for. Today, he would not travel alone.

Orienting himself in the way he had been headed before his interruption, he gave the area around them a short study before taking a couple of tentative steps. “I was headed in this direction before all of… whoever it was happened. I think this river comes out at the coast as broad as it is. I don't see it just coming to a slow end anywhere, you know?” He chuckled lightly, letting Dante take up the steed beside him. “Did you come from the north or the south, when you stumbled across this place?” Mordecai had come from the south, but he didn't mean just the river itself. He was curious of the travels that had come before Dante and his companion's arrival to the Wilds.