the centuries fade below my feet

It was shortly into his distracted gazing that Mordecai garnered he wasn't alone. It was rare that he found himself truly alone except when he really wanted to be. Wolves were social creatures by default and no matter where they went, they were innately drawn to one another. He turned an ear just in time to catch the slowing of footfalls behind him, only turning when he heard a greeting.

What he found was a yearling, with startlingly blue eyes. Not what he expected, but then again Mordecai hadn't been expecting anything at all. He shifted in his seat, but did not move to otherwise close the gap between them. “Lost?” He ventured a guess. When it came to the canines of a younger sort, Mordecai had never seen many of them. The Spine was relatively empty of them and he assumed for the most part many of the packs were as well.