Great Bear Wilderness The sentinels

Her inital reaction affirned the answer to his question. For a moment he wondered if it had been wise to prod at a wound that was still fresh, but the explanation that followed relieved him of guilt. Mordecai listened raptly,  tucking away what Jinx imparted to him with a growing sense of understanding. He understood why Jinx had called her meeting not long after his arrival at the mountain, and most importantly why so many felt slighted when it came to the desertion. Majesty had more than likely been well-liked for all his shortcomings, so no wonder the ire. Erika, he could not say. He had never encountered her other than the meeting, and reasoned quickly in his mind that she probably sympathized with Majesty. Or had been coerced. Nevertheless, it was interesting to him.

"I doubt they will. I don't imagine the island they've isolated themselves on will be welcoming as the seasons change. Can't really see them or any prey being dumb enough to cross the frigid waters by winter," and if they were... then Mordecai would find himself surprised. Then again, he didn't know a large amount abiut the region they had stolen away to. "Even so, we have ourselves to worry about, right? If you don't mind my asking, what are your plans for the upcoming winter?" he ventured, not thinking it was too soon to find out. The further north Mordecai had traveled, the earlier it had become cold. Perhaps the Wilds would prove themselves different, but he wanted to be prepared come what may.