Lost Creek Hollow cause the best part is falling.

What she said was true, but Mordecai also couldn't help but think it was because they hadn't made their claim as loudly as they probably could have. They had made their fair share of noise in the process no doubt, but once resources started to dwindle, or a usual route suddenly found itself blocked... well, he knew it wouldn't go so well if that was the case. Even at that, the hollow didn't strike him as particular traveled, either.

"I don't doubt that. They may feel differently about sharing hunting grounds, though." He let the statement hang in the air for a moment, as though the topic could go one way or another. Of course, the real dispute over what would come of their claim would probably be a topic better approached once the seasons changed. He did not fathom what the autumn or winter would bring, though the previous winter had been easy for them to deal with. It had gone better than he anticipated, but he knew better than to be complacent with such a thing. The weather was a fickle being, always keen to do what it desired above all else.