thinking of you

It turned out to be nothing, really. Nothing of any importance, though it spoke volumes of what may have passed through there before them. Even in spite of the hallowed ground, so to speak, it did not stop the creatures that did not care. Whether or not that scent was of that of a canine, Mordecai could not ascertain. He pressed on.

Some few feet higher on the slope, the terrain evened out ever so slightly. It was enough that he could stand without feeling as though he needed to keep himself balanced precariously, and was enough of a ledge that he could turn and survey what little bit of height they had covered. From there, he could make out some of the finer points of where the Plateau's claim was. If not for the fire, he would have thought it was nice view. But what was one a picturesque vantage point only now revealed the start and finish of what had burned.

His mouth opened as though to comment on it, but he closed it again as he thought better of it. Instead he stepped aside some, providing Charon the space needed to join him. And when he had his fill of the view, Mordecai's attention turned back to the proverbial wall that rose steeply beyond them.