Lost Creek Hollow The Warmth That Thaws a Soul

sorry about the brief delay @Siku! work ate me for a couple of days. :C

An ear fanned out to one side as he listened to the report Ancalagon gave to him. It would have seemed that the yearling knew a thing or two about handling visitors to their borders, though he had no idea that their visitor had come prepared. Such a thought would not cross his mind either, given that he also heard that their particular visitor had not been apart of a wolf pack. This struck him with particular interest, but no so much that he wondered after a life outside of a pack. It was quite the opposite; Mordecai considered the potential issues that could have arose from such a thing, and the fumbling of his companion seemed to suggest the same. Learning to wolf.

His gaze, which had become unfocused in thought as he processed imparted information, settled on the coywolf curiously. "Why join a pack now?" The query felt necessary to ask, though he imagined a simpler response to it. Survival, of course, but what he knew of coyotes told him that they were quite capable of managing on their own. Winter was a harsh season for all of them no doubt, but somehow they were occasionally fortunate enough to survive such.