Lost Creek Hollow been a while since we met

He pushed himself further than he had dared to go previously and for a change, was only met by the faint protest via a hitch in his gait. Whether or not he had hit some ceiling threshold of pain had yet to occur to him, nor would it. There was a little room for doubt in his mind that he would pay for his adventure today and that particular payment would come due tomorrow. For now, he simply took fleeting advantage to openly meander, consumed wholly by restlessness that prompted him forward.

As a more familiar trail opened itself up to him, he found he traveled down it more out of memory than truly seeing. It was a strange thing, Mordecai realized, to be left with the sight of just one eye. He found the absence of depth to be discomforting, but the adjustment came easier than he had wondered. So far, he hadn't had the entire misfortune of misjudging where he was headed, but he also hadn't gone rushing into things either. It was a slow road to go along, but one he could not turn back from much in the same way he found himself continuing on there.

Those thoughts were left to scatter when the appearance of another entered his sight. At first the flash of dark hairs made him wonder if he was about to come across Ilya, but the size was all wrong. This wolf was larger and much in the way that he had been moments ago, evidently lost in thought. He moved along a trial that crossed with his own, and when the timing seemed right Mordecai barked at him. It was as much of a call for his attention as it was to stop him, though the approach that he made came leisurely and wary, but not lacking in authoritative posture. The unfamiliar male was upwind and Mordecai found he could not suss out whether or not he was yet another new face, or someone trying their luck.