Blacktail Deer Plateau return from byzantium

Kinda sorta; Friday and Saturday are usually my least favorite days of the week. Last night things were absolutely batshit at work and I suspect today will be much the same. :/

Mordecai couldn't help but find a smile returning to his face as Lasher spoke. It would have made sense for him to pursue something that he naturally excelled at and very much in the same way, Mordecai had always done the same. His skills came borne out from his own passions, for the love of travel had lent him the guile to succeed at hunting and fending for himself well. And in the same way, Lasher could put essence into words far more eloquently than himself; he agreed with his description of Dante.

"Everyone needs to be passionate about something," he said, offering a chuckle to the last of his counterpart's statements. "I've spent most of my life travelling, to be honest. I've seen a lot and I've met a lot of wolves who were passionate about different things. Some fancied themselves hunters, others were warriors. Some simply were after power of their own sort." He paused briefly, finding himself ruminating momentarily over another of Lasher's mentions. "What would you have said your former leader was passionate about?" Obviously they had left and it would have seemed that they were more expectant than leisure in their desires.