Lost Creek Hollow we would only hold on to let go

When it really came down to it, Mordecai really couldn't have spoke for the other packs.  He knew snippets and could make generalizations of them and that was truly about all of it.  He knew without question he would avoid Blackfeather Woods and as it were, he doubted his presence would be a welcome one if he were to try and visit either the Plateau or the Bay.  Yet in the same sense, just like the Spine, they were more than likely places he would not venture towards again.

And besides, a mountain range split them now, versus just the vast river plain of the flatlands.

"There's six or seven of us now, I believe," and maybe he shouldn't have sounded so uncertain.  "We've been working at keeping the borders secure, and it's how we've found others to fill our ranks incidentally."  They had started with four and since then had swiftly acquired others that were willing to follow.  That were willing to believe that they had something more than some other already established pack out in the boonies somewhere.

And so, the two continued on their way chatting, before parting ways.