Ouroboros Spine Fox-squirrels!

Perhaps if they were all master hunters and prey was more than just bountiful, they would have never needed to worry about the amount of mouths to feed. Some places prospered better with a large pack settled within them. Other places faltered and crumbled at the first chance. Where exactly the Spine lied on that imaginary scale was something he needed to figure out. Though even as their numbers bolstered, he felt confident that they would achieve the balance that they needed. Even if it took a while.

“You'd be right. I'm not originally from here. Then again, neither are a lot of wolves,” Mordecai said, canting his head thoughtfully. He really didn't know who he could have called a native and who he could have said wasn't from there. To him, Jinx had been a native, if only for the fact that she had lived in the region longer. So in a way, calling someone a native was better left to the decision time and knowledge. Mordecai did not consider himself a native by that standard, nor did he delve into where he had come from to begin with.