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Skepticism was more than definitely something that had begun to mount an assault for Mordecai. He found himself growing leery of the lashing of this stranger's tail and more importantly that he was supposed to find Mordecai to begin with. This may have displayed itself from the moment his original question had left his mouth and if nothing else, he could have sworn by a spark in that younger wolf's eyes that something was afoot. Yet genuine interest kept him from teetering into that perception entirely and thusly, it was waved away for another moment.

"Which mountain pack? There's several," and more importantly, why were they wanting him? He doubted that this wolf came from the Spine — he would have recognized Cara's scent on him. With discretion, Mordecai tested the air around them again only to find that there wasn't much of anything. Perhaps a smattering of where he had been, but nothing that screamed out that he belonged anywhere at all.

And lastly, he prompted the younger counterpart again: "And why?"

If this was really some pack's messenger, they needed a better one.