Silvertip Mountain the halo was a smoke ring

Yay! I was hoping you'd join. Otherwise I was gonna totally harass you for a thread! :P <3 I stalk me some Lecter alllll the time.

He reminisced a little while he relaxed, thinking back momentarily the long route he had taken up the coast. While he ventured off of it a little where he could, Mordecai was remotely pleased that he had found himself where he was. So far, most things had gone to his liking, and even more so without a large amount of angry souls in his wake. He went as far back to remember the wolves who had given him entrance over the winter, but the thought was cut short at the chuff-call at his back. The Ostrega rolled a little to get a glimpse of the stranger before shuffling a bit to face him, and his tail beat the ground in welcome to be joined.

And he might have winced a little when he got a good look at the other, and the smell assaulted his nose. Bloodstained and dingy as he was, Mordecai wasn't entirely sure what to make of him. But he took him in all the same, and curiously to boot. “Rough week?” he ventured a guess, this time as he gazed over the scabbing remains of a wound. Beneath the smell of that healing blend and the general musk he picked up, he could very clearly pick up Jinx as well. No doubt someone who had been there quite a long time, though Mordecai would learn just how long in time.