fly on

He was not perturbed by the fact that Charon declined his offer, and as it were, the Hollow was not really a place that he considered right next door. But Mordecai did not get a word in edgewise to confirm or deny that, as a much more intriguing note came forth from the freckled maw of his nephew. And for a moment, Mordecai almost silenced the question that pressed itself to the tip of his tongue, but... had that been a note of some other premise? It was rife with the usual tone he associated with Charon, and that was impatience.

"Unfortunately, my pack isn't that close, but... what news?" He let the question out, ears turning slightly with unmasked curiosity. Perhaps Charon was keen on going back home and informing that he had taken and given blows against Dante — Mordecai dispelled that, because on what grounds? Why was he wandering around in the mountains, anyway? If the healing wounds of his shoulders were anything to note, Mordecai imagined he hadn't just come out of the fight. Time had elapsed, and he had yet to meet a wolf who healed magically overnight.