Lost Creek Hollow Two wanderers, same goal

hello & welcome to wolf!

When the howl broke through the cadence of the ambient din, whatever Mordecai had been engaged in came to a stop. He was used to hearing the summons, but they were generally belonging to those that he knew. This one that he did hear did not fall into that category, but it was distinct in its sound in spite of its unfamiliarity. He departed for the borders with his reservations, uncertain of what it was he would discover there. The last few that had come calling at their proverbial front door had abandoned them without a word and in turn, it had soured his disposition greatly.

So when he came across the rather young pair lingering at the borders, his curiosity piqued considerably. The larger of the two, a male, also seemed the older one and presumably the one would called. As he neared them, his steps halted and his posture adjusted to denote his authority. This was but the first test of what were bound to be many in his wordless greeting and in spite of whatever paternal instincts were nurturing themselves to life, he wanted to make sure that he would not first waste his time.