Lost Creek Hollow we would only hold on to let go

If was overly dramatic, it was lost on Mordecai. The occasional savagery of their kind did not surprise him. Whether it was by luck or simply good conscious none of the packs had truly dissolved into trying to take over more grounds than they could hold. And sure, sometimes there were spats over food or area, he didn't dispute that in the slightest. But nor did he comment on the story that she gave him, preferring to once more stick to leaving the past so firmly in the past.

"I've been here long enough to know that for the most part, everyone tolerates everyone. I mean, I'm sure there's some tension between packs here and there, but for the most part they're content to stay away from each other." He paused briefly, only verbal. "I think most of the packs here are also largely composed to family, though. Whether or not blood bounds them together. They look out for their own and leave it at that." Which to say that their own pack would deviate from that was largely undecided. Mordecai was just as content to them being their own entity, quiet and unnoticed. Yet with the knowledge of at least one pack nearby, he knew there would be some sort of tentative agreement at hand, spoken or not.

"Of course, I guess I can't speak for all them. There are a few who are more aggressive than others. Always will be, I suppose." A smile punctuated the decline of his statement.