Greatwater Lake rewind

Apologies for the wait. Life, etc.

He followed after her quietly as they departed the grasp of the waters, and his eyes scanned the terrain indifferently. Mordecai could not recall if he had happened by the edges of the lake, but supposed it didn't matter. Being apart of Ouroboros in its recent days had dampened his ability to venture, but that was often the sacrifice that loyalty demanded. To venture out and explore the edges of the valley was tempting, but it was time consuming. He had known that in a pack, time was all that they had. As it were, things had been in tumult for a while now, from Jinx's ailing, to her death, and the following pieces therein. Now they had a usurper standing at the helm, though he did not understand why there wasn't more upheavals to be found.

He found indifference there too, surprisingly, and for reasons he did not understand.

As Cara barked into the void beyond them, he turned an ear back with confusion. Was she suggesting that to him? Or was it her own musing, echoing into the depths of the paths they had taken to that very moment? Again he was wordless, though his mouth opened for a moment to speak. Mordecai closed it and came to her side, curiously gauging the tattered state of her body, and her own stability. Frailty was not in his repertoire. He was discovering that comfort was also an underdeveloped skill. Passively, he shook himself and wrung the clinging water free, and moved on down the trail, only glancing back to see if she would follow. Stay or go. Perhaps she would take leave of the Spine to commandeer a place of her own, just as Jinx had, or so he had been told.