Lost Creek Hollow a quest of least concern

He couldn't quite figure out what the difference in heritage was, at least not entirely. Sure, there were some obvious quirks that set him apart from atypical wolves, first and foremost being his size. Like Siku before him, he was compact and a scout, leaving Mordecai to ponder a correlation between the two. Of course, the former had done exactly what they said they wouldn't have done, and had abandoned the Hollow altogether not along after being allowed entrance.

It was because of that his gaze narrowed, though he listened to Ilya's report. His gaze lingered on Ayishik, but only until he heard the shuffle of Ilya's feet carrying her away. It was enough of a grasp at his attention that he turned his head away from their visitor long enough to curiously look after her, wondering if she was leaving. But she wasn't, and he tilted his head with question before ultimately bringing it back around to settle on Ayishik.

"Are you willing to be loyal to us, to pull your weight?" He launched into questions instead of pondering the scene that had just happened, wondering the depth at which that eagerness to join gave up its pursuit.