Lost Creek Hollow no harm no foul, i guess

"Winter has that effect," he said, a faint smile tugging at his features. He had anticipated the lack of prey, but there was confident beneath that assured him they would endure in spite of it. As long as the caches remained free from raid and were maintained, they'd survive off the small game more common to the winter months. But there were still be elk and deer to found, as long as they knew where to look. Knowing that only prompted him to desire wellness to his being; while it would be some time even after he was well that he could hunt with any precision, Mordecai was confident that he could still track keenly.

However, he could not help but bring his thoughts to the tidbits of information that Ilya imparted to him regarding Luke. While he had not seen the blue-nosed beta since he had come to see him, Mordecai had been troubled by his responses. Those things had been pushed to the back of his mind shortly thereafter, but they rang in again loud and clear, leaving him to prompt her for more. "But what makes you say that about Luke?" He was curious, unquestionably so, and wondered if his companion had unveiled his thoughts to Ilya as well about things.