Blacktail Deer Plateau the shadows go like ghosts across your road

He caught her offer easily, but the urge to rebuke it came immediately. It flooded out his thoughts; Mordecai was not interested and it displayed in his mannerisms. Yet he took it under consideration all the same, some age old temptation that they all held within at the most core level His ears splayed to the side for a moment as he looked away, but it was brief. For as much as he was tempted to strike back out on the open road, he did not feel his debt to the wolves at the Plateau was repaid. Beyond that, he was in no condition to lead, or follow someone who had the whims of venturing out to find something to claim for their own.

"Good luck," he offered, certain that she would pick up on his declining. And she did, merely offering a nod of goodbye and venturing on. Mordecai lingered there along the border for some time. And then slowly he turned back to the inwards of the plateau and set off, destined for healing and rest that he found was more needed than he had expected.