it's burning through the bloodline

"I can relate to that," he joined with a dry chuckle. It wasn't much of a stone's throw to guess just what she was referencing, though he couldn't have said he wouldn't have been surprised if there wasn't another feud going on. As it were, it had seemed that this particular part of the wilderness was always embroiled in some sort of conflict. Whether it was with those who abandoned a pack to form their own or merely arguments over rank, there was always something going on. But such was their way of life, and had he taken more than a few miles venture outside of the Plateau, Mordecai would have become aware of just how hemmed in the Plateau was in comparison to its neighbors.

Still, that bit about the Caldera concerned him. While it was truly something that was not everyone's concern, he found it hard to believe that it wouldn't become their own. What happened if someone with a grudge came calling at their door, and took advantage of someone who truly had nothing to do with it? It would only further serve to ramp up the tension, and he had enough of that to last a lifetime as it were. Though the Spine was easily a year behind him, the memory of it still lingered from time to time. It was not a process he wished to repeat.

"Then again, it's not uncommon either. I can't say I make much sense of the whole thing, but I'm not interested in being apart of it either to be honest." And it felt good to admit that aloud, even if in a way they were both removed from it to a degree. "It's made Harlyn want to move on from here as well."