Blacktail Deer Plateau the shadows go like ghosts across your road

She drew closer and noticed him, her own behavior turning more neutral. He thought of that as a good thing because truthfully, Mordecai wasn't interested in a skirmish. Chances were, he would have been taken down far more easily now than before. He eased in his own stance, choosing to approach her curiously even though that also was a gamble. It could have been a ruse, but somehow as he drew nearer, there was an air of familiarity to this bearish female that he did not immediately place.

He didn't tell her that she was coming close to pack borders, or that in a way she may have been rightfully on that threshold. The rain muddied some of those scent markers, but they were always strong. She hadn't invited him to come in closer but in a way, Mordecai felt she forfeited that right. Yet he didn't draw in too close to her, staying well outside any striking range that wouldn't give him a moment's warning. And it was there that he drew across recognition of her dark features in a waning light.

"Tonravik, wasn't it?"