Hushed Willows tangled hills and tiny verio singing

Well, that was at least one thing that they had in common. Technically two things, as Mordecai had both travelled and did not entirely care for being crammed into one locale with so many other bodies. Sure, there were little niches and nooks to fill, but there were times when he simply wished that he could have been with his own kin, rather than the extended kin they had been brought into. It was a need for privacy, perhaps above all else.

Still, he couldn't help but give a humored huff at the statement.

"I've seen a lot over the years. Where I grew up was very dry. Desert country," and funny enough, he did not add, how now he preferred the seasons and rolling hills and deep valleys. The greenery was so much more pleasant than the scrub and brush that grew. But there were times when he longed for those vistas, too.

It was funny now, he had not considered the possibility a couple of years ago that he would ever find himself settling down. Yet it had happened for better or for worse and as time passed, he found he did not care to venture far at all himself. There was always so much to do and having children, well, it complicated any notion he had about wandering too far. The guilt he felt over having left them even to try and seek out a herd some weeks back was still raw.

"Guess all of this just grows on you, eventually."