Lost Creek Hollow Joining

An uncomfortable feeling set in the bottom of his gut, and Mordecai felt the absent pull of his ears as they turned back. More of an observer? He didn't like the implications that came to mind in the wake of that statement, though he listened as the wolf stringed together another bit of speech to carry their conversation. But his mind was made up long before those words had faded into the cool air.

"I think you'd be a better fit in another pack," he said, this time entirely void of the hard edge to his words. "It's far too late in the season for us to try and carry someone through." And though he could understand what it was to be directionless, he needed more than just observers.