Kintla Flatlands my travel

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His expression twitched, however imperceptibly, at the fact that she came from a pack. A pack in which Mordecai had never heard of in all honesty. Though he had been living in the Wilds for more than just a handful of weeks — months, seasons now, really — he had yet to collect information about everything that compassed their collective region. A region in which unknowingly had grown and grown in the time he had first found his way into it. He gave no glance yet to the mountain range she tried to indicate beyond them, as another leaf had begun a graceful descent towards the ground.

Mordecai sprang again, extending himself further than the last bout. This time, his attempt was met with rough success; he seized the leaf, but bit his tongue as well. But the pain was secondary to the response to tear apart the leathery-feel of the leaf, which he promptly did. In this action, as he continued to proceed to eat the leaf, he eyed Star curiously. Her question, right. “I do, but like you it's also a bit of a jog. My pack lays claim to a nestled valley to the southwest. What brought you out here, so far away from your home?” There were no qualms in his implication of rank, though he would not have been surprised if she rebuked his query because of it. The Spine belonged to him as far as he was concerned, and Swiftcurrent's affairs were none of his business.