Blacktail Deer Plateau [Meeting] Trying to take what's lost and broken, make it right

He had been in somewhat of a fitful sleep when Dante's voice stirred him from the depths of a rather nondescript dream. Mordecai did not come around easily for once, groggily taking in the surroundings that engulfed him with slow realization. What had been a pause to relax and withdraw instead had turned into something of a nap. An unintentional one, he was willing to understand with something of a grimace pressing across his countenance; his legs were stiff from the position he had gone from lounging to dozing in. But he rose steadily all the same, a slow start dissolving into a steady pace as he made his way to where the familiar faces of others met him.

He offered them a wave of his tail, though in truth it was just as halfhearted as the minute expressions he found there. They had come through a tremendous lot in the days past, though in reality the time that had come to spread since then had turned more from burning salve to healing balm. The regime had changed and become routine, and the meeting he had felt coming was now upon them. His gaze roamed over the few wolves who had already come, but ultimately hovered on Dante's sterling figure with muted curiosity as he settled in beside his packmates.