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It seemed like she had somewhere that she belonged, which by all accounts he was fine with. Though Mordecai couldn't help but look for ready and able recruits to the Spine, he accepted that there were many wolves who had already found their place for the oncoming winter. Some of them he knew would be long term residents of the Wilds, though how long was beyond him. It was a thought that did not have to occur to him as a realization; it simple was. No place he had been had truly been devoid of history.


While the exact details of where she had come from eluded him, he could garnish from her talk that it was far enough away not to be a direct threat to the survival of the Spine. Somewhere beyond the flatlands, across the vast and flat plains to where the earth turned marshy in places due to the river boundary. Too far to be in his purview, it was discarded in favor of her query. “Ghosts? Do you mean like the loa?” The words left his tongue before he could catch them, though he did not direct answer her question. Mordecai, for the most part, was undecided about the existence of the supernatural. It seemed unlikely, but he never outruled the possibility that they could exist.

Lecter and Jinx had certainly believed in them, anyway.