Whitefish River catch of the day

my internet is disconnecting hardcore so i'm just going to leave it be for a while. sorry i dropped from the chat! posting this from my phone while i have an ounce of data left ugh. fml.

With the return to spring to the Wilds, it would have seem that plenty were hitting the road again to travel. He couldn't help but smile a fraction when Luke mentioned that he was heading southerly, as just a few weeks ago, Mordecai had been in the same situation. It had been a bit of a jaunt to go south again, but nothing out of the way. Going too far north only meant that the cold would continue to linger for weeks to come. Thankfully for them and where they were, the greenery would only continue to return with a flourish.

And naturally, it did not surprise him either when Luke inquired to the injures that he had received. This time, his smile was a bit more on the wane side of things as he considered the overall damage he had accrued; the full extent was truthfully unknown to Mordecai. He couldn't see most of it for its placement alone. "I've done quite a bit of traveling in the past, but at least until winter's all the way through, I'm staying at the Plateau behind us," he said first, drawing a common link between them.

"And as for the wounds, let's just say you might want to steer clear of some woods to the south of here. Can't miss them, you'll hear the birds long before you see the density of the place. Unfriendly folk there." He figured if nothing else, he could try and steer Luke clear of Blackfeather Woods. He didn't have to allude to how he had gotten roughed up; saying they were unfriendly was probably enough, as he hoped that his companion could tell he hadn't gone looking for the fight in the first place.