Kintla Flatlands wrapped in life in ultra greens

As he slaked his thirst, a commotion from the wet brush around him brought him pause. Just in time too, as the ever-growing form of Casmir pounced out. Mordecai couldn't help but smile thinly at him, as it was clear that he had acquired a much younger shadow. Fair enough. The company was more than welcome, partially for the distraction it would offer alone.

"Well, I was trying to get a drink. What're you doing?" he inquired, turning the question around with mirth and a wave of his tail. How much of the situation Casmir understood, Mordecai couldn't have guessed. He was about as clueless with children as he was in regards to points of romance. Maybe the boy wanted out of the Plateau for a while, easy-peasy.