Ouroboros Spine take me home

Yay then! Sorry my posts are probably disjointed; all this work lately has thrown me off my fluid writing game. :C

Tempted to back off a step or two at the rough sounding tongue he heard, Mordecai held his ground rigidly. It became clear then that perhaps they did not speak the same tongue, but whatever it was, something had distressed the fellow well. But in a change of page there came a tongue that Mordecai did understand, though the accent muddied it here and there. It was still understandable, at least to a wolf who in spite of his travels, was no familiar with other accents. His gold eyes met those belonging to Mordecai, who watched back carefully.

“I couldn't tell you, but you're quite a way from the shore. This is my territory, however, and you're in the middle of it.” The ocean was another beast all in itself to him, and the coast had only served as a rough guideline for the path he had taken into the Wilds so many months ago. “What did you say? To-to gonit-what?” His interests did not mirror that of the others in that moment, clearly interested in what he had said with such alarm. For whatever reason, Mordecai felt it tied into what had brought the muddy wolf so deep into the Spine in the first place.