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It had been some time since he had been back in the overgrowth of the forest, he supposed. The air was remarkably damp once again, but quite as cool as he would have liked it. But it was manageable, at least compared to being beneath the full throttle of the sun. He wasn't sure where the time had gone, how winter had seemingly sprung through spring and now approached summer with a heady wind. It had become warm, days longer, and more active bodies bounding about. The prey herds had come back full swing, and he had seen them roaming the flatlands coming down from the foothills. And oh, how he had desired to give them chase. To play predator to a bunch of pre-packaged meat just standing there and waiting. But he hadn't, because to do so would have been foolish. Mordecai was merely just a wolf, one that wandered at that.

In his time, making nothing more than circles through the gullies and fields, he had learned much about the lands around him. Not everything — this done on purpose — but enough. He wanted something more to seek in the world at any given time, and hadn't scoured every inch of the terrain in all four directions. But in the back of his mind, the offer given to him by Jinx still echoed. So when the undesirability of not having more than scraps to eat, his areas of rest disturbed, and on occasion, threats being made had become enough… Mordecai returned to the overgrown forest to seek her.

Initially the gold-eyed Ostrega had hoped to stumble on her again, but found impatience bubbling behind the search in the damp wood. It hadn't helped that it had rained that morning, and now as the afternoon coated the skies, he distantly heard yet another rumble of thunder approaching. If that wasn't an indicator to a change in seasons, he didn't know what was. So he did one better, finding roughly the spot where they had met before as best he could. There, he orientated himself towards the mountain, and with his muzzle drug skyward, called for her. Now he could only hope that she was in range to hear him, and he wouldn't find himself face to face with some other guard trying to give him more than he bargained for.