A jailyard assault in rain and mud

Again, no reply. At least not in any verbal sense he would have expected.

This was the point where Mordecai felt his patience slipping. For the quiet youth's amusement, it seemed that he could vocalize some sort of response. If he thought it to be some sort of a game, then truthfully Mordecai was amiss for what the point was. Maybe he felt he was too good to waste the time, or maybe he was merely taking enjoyment out of turning into what the Ostrega felt was a nuisance.

Canting his head slightly, Mordecai gave him a sidelong look as though his own response would prompt more entertainment from the other. Perhaps he'd glean what it was about the situation that held amusement for the younger wolf, but if not and his time ended up being wasted, Mordecai had his own productive solutions to make up for the wasted time.

Upon not receiving a reply again, Mordecai gave chase of the strange yearling, driving him far away from the Spine.