Wheeling Gull Isle Roll out the drums of war

Shortly after their departure from the shore, they met resistance in the form of those that had come wheedling out of the woodwork. Bristling at their interception, Mordecai spied Erika midst their band, hanging back. Perhaps if not for the scarring that etched half of her face, he would have overlooked her shadowy spot. While there was a part of him that had wished they had met before her seemingly inevitable departure, it was a thing of the past. Instead he drew his gold eyes away from her and the others to the wolf who stepped forward to address Jinx. It wasn't Majesty.

Again, he scanned through the crowd as she spoke. None of the others remotely looked like leaders in the pack, which could have only meant one or another thing. Majesty was hiding, or he simply wasn't there at all. Perhaps he had left them to their own fate when he had seen the Silvertip wolves coming. Jinx's terse response drew his attention back to the conversation though, and it was then that he drew up a small growl to punctuate the energy buzzing between there band.