Otter Creek of an austere ebon tide

And it seemed that this Plateau leader didn't care for the company of others, at least from the outside. Mordecai was reminded of his father if only for a moment, but the similarity stopped just as it had started. Where he had come from, sometimes it was better not to get involved, and the reasons therein varied greatly. “Could be a smart move on his part, if things aren't so stable here.” It wouldn't have surprised him if one pack wasn't rallying against another one already, especially with the arrival of youth both their own and of their prey. But his commentary was also an unasked question that he kept to himself.

In their conversation, his eyes wandered briefly to their surroundings as nothing more than a passive check. It seemed he would not be anticipating any other arrival to their conversation. Perhaps they weren't as close to the Plateau as he would have anticipated, even with the distinct curvature peering through the forests between. Mordecai focused in on the last tidbit revealed to him then, bringing his gaze back to the watery hue of his temporary companion. “If your leader frowns on socializing outside parties, what brings you out here?” Maybe the Plateau was incredibly boring, or maybe this new found Plateau dweller still had a little desire to wander left in him.