with a graveyard tan carrying a cross

He had captured her interest firmly now, and Mordecai watched and listened to what she had to say regarding the territory's namesake. The circle that she made, while it was crude, did in fact represent the generic shape of the Spine well. The story behind it also brought a sense of understanding to him, which he grasped easily and nodded with some enthusiasm. Within it though, it also seemed to give some hints back to her own upbringing, though he couldn't have said he knew what Norse was, anyway. Another culture, apparently one privy to wolves of certain places. The same went for Greek, as well.

“I don't know the exact reason, but I think I understand it,” he said after a moment of thought. “That circle you drew, that's the shape of our territory. We went there to leave a place that had led to some… unraveled situations, to borrow a word. I suppose that's how it got its name.” Right then and there, he almost wished Jinx alive to ask her himself. But there was nothing that could grant him that request, yet he knew he would retain the information was truth in light of it. Going from Silvertip to the Spine had been a rebirth, not dissimilar to a phoenix.

“Funny though, how it has two different meanings. In one, birth. In the other, death. Yet the two seem to follow each other, like a circle.” He smiled, albeit with a quirk. “Do you ever wonder how someone out there coined such a theory?”