Blacktail Deer Plateau This is what I thought so think me naïve

Mordecai had been foraging. Not so much in the way of food than it had been to help Harlyn continue to gather the moss that she had been seeking. It was a quiet day, one that had lulled him into a state of tranquility easily; yet another feeling that had came and went over the last stretch of weeks. Leaves were turning up at the tips of trees, though their inevitable bloom had yet to unfold fully. It would be soon he thought, along with the eventual return of flora and additional fauna yet to awake from their long and equally quiet winter.

So when Dante's call emerged from the depths of the quiet territory, Mordecai had little qualms over his task being interrupted. He wasn't the only one the call had been lifted for, but he broke for the direction of the gray alpha without second thought. The moss he had been gathering was left behind, stored safely in the undergrowth until his return.

When he spied out Dante a few minutes later, Mordecai offered him a warm bark to announce his own arrival. With the easy wave of his tail behind him, he closed in that distance steadily, and gave his friend a firm bump against his shoulder. Curious as to why he among others had been brought together, he withheld any questions for he was certain the reason would br brought to light soon.