Kintla Flatlands wrapped in life in ultra greens

sorry for holding this up, ebs. <3

The flash of another was missed on Mordecai, his back turned to the fringe intrusion of their meeting. But Casmir's reaction to the whole thing was not lost on him, instead drawing his attention sharply to where the boy turned and pointedly looked. There was nothing there initially, but the rushing figure of the younger wolf going towards it was enough to prompt Mordecai to join the investigation.

He left the shallows and followed suit across the marshy outerbanks, wordlessly trailing the youth. Though he scanned their surroundings for some sort of sign of what had been seen, he also never let Casmir slip outside his field of view either. Who knew what was bound to be lurking out there — with the flush of prey to the flatlands, he wouldn't have been surprised of some of their challenging other predators were darting about. And of course, there was also the hope that perhaps they had spotted on of their missing own.

"What was it?" Mordecai queried the dark-haired youth. The rise he had found put Casmir over him, but he did not join the boy on it. Partially because he didn't want to spot it for himself just yet, and partially because he wanted to see what the ever-growing wolf would spy for himself. But in that time, he curiously tested the air to see what had been spun up, not yet coming to the realization of what had been lurking just beyond their place at the river.