Overture Downs It's Foregone

He spotted movement, though at a distance it appeared nothing more as a blurry dark lump raising from the watery edge.  It was enough to draw his attention fully and bring it into focus, revealing that the blurry lump he had seen was actually something.  Distinctly canine, though a curious sort.  For a moment, Mordecai was inclined to think it was the weird little wolf that had come across their borders in the late autumn, but this one didn't seem to project the deformities that he had seen in the other.

Not inclined to change his course, he continued to come forward to him and streamlined his decision as though his interest lied in the winding stream.  It was a half-truth — he was curious whether or not the deer had crossed, but was also inquisitive enough to investigate the other.  Be it a throwback habit to what he had habitualized as work in the Hollow or simply out of his friendly demeanor, their paths crossing was inevitable.

But as he did near the other, his steps slowed.  With his one eye resting on the other curiously, Mordecai offered him a light chuff in way of greeting.  He hung back purposefully, unaware of how leery he was as he approached the waters from further down.  Perhaps this would be an interruption to his tracking... or perhaps the other had come across the herd he had hoped to seek.