Otter Creek of an austere ebon tide

It's really not that bad once you learn how to manage your time/stress. It's taken me quite a while to get the two straight lmao. I mean right now I'm working on average about fifty-three and a half hours a week with just one day off and I'm finding all of this free time that two years ago I wouldn't have had. I would totally recommend staying in school for as long as you can though. I certainly wished I had, and had the money/energy/dedication to go back and finish.

Again they differed in opinion, but Mordecai could see why. This was a very instance of what he had been told time and time again growing up. They had been raised differently, and in turn had formed vastly different views of the world around them. He didn't know enough about the other to attempt to coax him to think differently, so he respected the point of view with a soft nod. There was truth in his statements too, even if the definitive parts were subject to change.

“Too bad we can't change everything about ourselves, though,” he said then, “because I've always wondered what it would be like to grow a pair of wings and fly over everything.” A thin smile spread his face then, the humor marching forth out of their conversation. His attempt to steer them out of a dark gully better left alone, and perhaps better left to uninterrupted thoughts. “I do have to admit I didn't have you pegged as a philosopher. You have an interesting take of the world, friend.” And sure, they weren't really friends, but it was an easy substitute for the fact that they hadn't introduced themselves.

After a few more minutes of banter between them, Mordecai bade farewell to the Plateau wolf.