A jailyard assault in rain and mud

That they do. I miss and don't miss it, and sometimes wished I had followed it through...

He received no direct response from the younger wolf, which upon a closer inspection seemed to be unique in his own way. Mordecai couldn't help but be distracted by his eyes as he gave him a once over. They seemed empty, but that was only a surface observation. It was clear that he could see, or else his viewing of the vista was for show. Yet the way he looked upon Mordecai was unnerving enough in itself, a gaze that Mordecai met with his own curious gaze.

“So are you just wandering around, or are you straying close to our territory for a reason?” He wouldn't waste time with trying to make idle conversation. His interpretation of the situation was that there was little in the way of talking of the view as there was business. Maybe the youth was just wandering around, or maybe he was looking for something more. And it was possible that he was a mute too, Mordecai took no real guesses at to why he was presented with silence.