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He didn't have to wait long. In a matter of minutes, as he had dawdled cautiously in the thick wood, the shape of her hulking form materialized through the dense green. He regarded her with a firm gaze as she made her way to him, the wave in his tail only turning up when he had ascertained that it was in fact her. He was pleased that she had come, and so quickly at that. Fortune seemed to favor his actions, at least this time. Once the distance between them had closed considerably, he dropped his attentive stance for something more relaxed, a stance he knew would be required of him if she hadn't rescinded her offer in the days he had mulled it over.

“I have,” he stated with a bob of his head. “And if the offer still stands, I would like to join you.” The time had come, so to speak, and he was certain that he need not look much further for a stable environment. But for whatever case, Mordecai felt certain that he would thrive beneath her rule. Unlike those he had run with in the past, he was most certain in her capabilities for something different, something more structured. Something more like what he had grown with in his youth. Even though he had set off to see what was out there in the world as a dispersal, it was hard to knock the creature comfort of something like home.