Lost Creek Hollow a sanguine fog

He got a faint reaction out of his comment, which Mordecai took as a win against everything else. Whatever funk Luke was in, he was inclined to think it may have been the feline that had stolen the blue-nosed beta's joyful thunder. Anything else he was truly, blissfully ignorant of. But it was the anger that was forthcoming on the heels of such that piqued Mordecai's interest — that, and a namedrop that he had not heard before.

"Shardul?" he said, though it was more to himself. The word, or name, it carried a certain weight to it that made it seem malleable in his mouth. It was a strange name, perhaps befitting for a strange creature like the one that had assaulted them. "The cat will get what's coming to him eventually," though how or when, he couldn't have taken a guess.