Overture Downs It's Foregone

The trailing edge of Reek's statement gave him reason to scoff humorlessly — if only he knew. Then again, the thought did cross his mind then and there to share such information. A cougar on the prowl was certainly reason enough to give warning to others, that much was for certain. But the fact that he didn't know what had happened to the wolves of the Grove also troubled him a bit, though the same could have been said of the Hollow's original neighbors to their southwest. It would have seemed that in light of the two packs that had come into fruition in the valley, two more had disappeared into nothing.

"I didn't know them well," he said with a shake of his head. "I met their leader, mm, Scimitar? I think that was his name. It was a while ago, before winter." With such a limited grasp of how much time had truly passed, Mordecai wasn't ever really sure how much time had passed. He didn't count days or hours like some did, but seasons were good enough.

"Of course, I wonder if it were bears or a cougar that made them close up shop. We've had our issues with either since the summer." A frown creased his face briefly, but it was fleeting. They had their troubles, sure, but they had hung in there in spite of everything.