Ouroboros Spine lambent, flashing, red and white.

You're a peach! Right now I'm basically getting paid to play on Wolf. Was supposed to be overseeing workers today but it rained so no one's here but me. >_>

As she spoke, Mordecai found himself reclining to his haunches. His gaze swiveled back out over the Spine, but his attention stayed with her for the most part. Except for that little part that delved into his thoughts; an unavoidable consequence in the truth of her words. They should have pooled their resources sooner, which wasn't to say that they hadn't had their attempts at doing so. The Spine had such a sordid history to it now that he only hoped their deliberation and bickering within would not cost them their lives, or their territory, when winter finally settled in.

“I'd like to think that as well,” he said as her voice tapered off towards silence. “It still feels like there's a lot more we could be doing, but maybe that's because I don't feel we're entirely ready for what may come this winter.” The mirth that had been welcome in his voice suddenly came up absent, and for that he found himself momentarily scrambling for it to come back. “I guess we'll find out though, won't we?” he queried, finding the beat of mirth he needed and tacking a smile to it with good measure.