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Fading 'cause it's old, I'm so sorry I forgot about this one!

“I suspect they will feel the same,” the Kesuk assured him. Mordecai couldn't have been a better representative of all that a traditional wolf stood for. She was assuming this about him, of course, for she knew him only on the surface. Nevertheless, she felt confident he would prove himself in due time.

She accompanied him back to the territory, eventually excusing herself to take a long nap in a dark corner of the mountain. What Mordecai did with his time was up to him, and she made as much known before parting from him.