animal smells and porcupine quills

Following after Sitri, Mordecai delved back into silence. He drew in their surroundings as they went, noting on the simple nuances of the terrain around them. While he had covered the Spine mostly, there were still places and parts to it that he hadn't investigated. Much of his time had been divvied up into securing their status there, and of course the eager preparations for winter. For a moment as they ventured on, he wondered just what the coming weeks would bring, and curiously, what the Spine would look like in the autumn.

“Things are much quieter here than on the mountain,” he said, almost absently. This time, he shifted his gaze to Sitri and the trail ahead of them. It seemed even in his short stay on the mountain, there had been some stirrings to be had. That Majesty fellow, the abandonment of bodies from their ranks… the venture to the Isle… all of those had played on good reasons to move and start anew. Or so to speak. It was also then that Mordecai realized that he had not strayed from the territory much either, but the true feeling of being stir crazy had not set in for him.