with a graveyard tan carrying a cross

As she stepped away in distraction — or exploration; he couldn't decide which — Mordecai followed curiously. As her queries punctuated the night air, he couldn't help but wonder what it was that she was picking up on. Obviously her traits were far different than his own. “It's alright, I didn't used to be either. I'm from the Spine.” He peered about her digging at a distance, as though he would discern what she was after.

“And those are a couple of the packs that I know of. The proper names being Ouroboros Spine and Blacktail Deer Plateau,” he shook his head dismissively at the way the names felt on his tongue. It was easier to refer to them by their landmass, though spine wasn't exactly as descriptive as a plateau. “What are you looking for?” This time, he opted to try for one of his questions being answered again. The curiosity of what she was doing was far too tempting. He stepped closer.