Blacktail Deer Plateau reporting the patterns row by line

He felt the same; those who didn't want to be bothered should have been left alone. It was a stance he had formerly taken a time or two and truthfully, Mordecai was decent enough at not being found when he didn't want to be. But mostly, he sought out company on his own, not often needing someone to come to find him. So when Osprey posed her question to him, he fell into thought at once, debating whether or not his imaginary creation would have a change of heart.

"In time, I think he may," he speculated, though it was followed up by a shrug. "Who knows, though? Perhaps when folks come around, he doesn't want to be found. Maybe he finds kindred spirits in other things." Mountains were not desolate places entirely, not like some of the sprawls of the desert and bluffs of the southwest. He found that he liked the valleys and the mountains of the regions he found in this part of the north, versus the place where his parents had chosen to go. To think, even they had once lived in such a place like the one he found himself in.