the centuries fade below my feet

The name that he gave was quite a mouthful, but it wasn't quite as much as some that Mordecai had encountered. He had never quite grasped naming conventions and often times, left his own surname out of the picture. This time was not an exception, either. “Mordecai, and as I'm sure you've guessed, the pack I'm speaking of is my own.” The ghost of a smile spread on his muzzle, but it was quick to fade. He moved on beyond the yearling then, bumping his nose against the young warrior's flank. A faint welcoming, but an encouraging one he hoped all the same.

“Come with me, and I'll take you there. It's a bit of a walk but nothing I'm assuming you can't handle.” He supposed it was now or never, as to whether he'd be followed. For all intents and purposes, Mordecai certainly hoped he would be. He hoped if nothing else, his time hadn't been wasted, but a considerable part of him felt it hadn't. Whatever were to come about once winter set in, he felt if Lucius was true about his abilities, they would be all the more safer with him in their ranks than out.