fly on

*gently puts tape on their relationship??* >_>;;

Another question fired off and Mordecai was swift to answer to sate Charon's impatience. "Lost Creek Hollow. It's a couple of hours to the east of here, at the base of a smaller valley." Though his nephew hadn't asked how to get there, Mordecai did not hesitate to tell him. If anything, this was the longest conversation he felt he had with Charon... and one that did not go badly.

Beyond that, he listened as the yearling delved into what would be coming for him in the next few weeks, if that at all. Mordecai was surprised with what was being said, but perhaps he was surprised that Charon had consented to the suggestion at all. To think that there was some bone in his body that was surprisingly cooperative may not have at all been a stretch after all. Then again, it did not surprise him to see the will and reasoning that was there — it made sense. It was a decision that even he would have stood behind.

And to think further, that some thought he was a leader. Sure, Mordecai could don the crown and wear the cloak just as well as the next fellow. But not all Ostregas were natural leaders and here, he did not dispute whether or not Charon was or wasn't. He was and if nothing else, he had the ambition that his uncle did not carry. "That's quite an undertaking," he commented. "But I wish you both luck. I've met a few wolves from the Spire, and they seem like a hardy bunch." A pause lingered then, something more he wanted to say evident in his mannerisms.

"I won't hold you up any longer, but, could I offer you a suggestion when you look for a territory? Whatever you claim, find a good forest to go with it. It will keep you all warmer when winter comes, and the game will hang around it too." Another proverbial leap of faith, as for all he knew, Charon was already considering such. Yet it was his attempt and trying to offer something more than a statement of luck and well wishes.