Otter Creek of an austere ebon tide

Yeah, I still haven't entirely figured out what I'm doing with Mordecai exactly. It's way too easy for me to slip back into playing his father (who I played for something like five years! @__@). Which isn't a bad thing since I can build on that, while trying to branch out from there. This thread is definitely helping me establish some of that. :3

Whatever the case, Mordecai was pleased that his questionnaire had yet to aggravate. The brief enjoyment he had found simmering in the azure gaze had dimmed some, and his demeanor seemed to slip into ease. While they were still on an uncomfortable topic, Mordecai was given the insight as to what might have brought his fellow canine to a pack and to a degree, could relate. For the same reason they came upon each other, they were social creatures at their very core, and for more than just mentality. It was all about survival.

“Bored? Can't say I'm familiar with the feeling. I guess I've always kept myself busy. Guess it comes with the territory of being a survivor,” he quipped, once again making his own dig at the label. A toothy smile flickered briefly to his face, partially in response to his comment, but also at the wonder of what it would be like to truly be bored of something. He had tired of things, sure, but he had never really been driven to sheer lack of enjoyment. The world was his oyster, or something along those lines. In that regard they may have been similar, but also very different. He took no offense, all the same.

“Perhaps you'll find a reason to stick around that Plateau in time,” he suggested.