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As his luck would have it, she desired to know about the loa. Mordecai could not help but falter momentarily, not entirely sure how to put it that he unfortunately didn't know anything much beyond that. Lecter had only explained the gist to him, and only then did he wish that he had learned more from the often bloodied shaman. Perhaps if things had gone differently, Mordecai could have even learned more of them from Jinx. But alas, the past was well into the past now, and not even he could summon talk from the dead.

“Just that there were good ones and bad ones, in a sense. I really don't know very much about them at all, the wolf who spoke of them… he passed away.” Growing quiet at the end of his statement, he hoped his lack of enthusiasm would steer them elsewhere. The details of Lecter's death had not escaped him, though he hadn't chosen to pay his respects with the majority of the pack. “We never really had the chance to speak about them at length.” Offering Osprey a faint smile, he rolled his furry shoulders in a shrug.