Ouroboros Spine the rocks and roots of the deepest hollow

Blissfully unaware that Kaname had long caught onto his pursuit, Mordecai had not noticed where the beta had doubled back. There were times when his scent seemed to linger, but it deemed of no consequence to the tawny Ostrega. He followed it out, swinging and weaving with the forest and terrain at his own leisure. Eventually, he assumed he would catch up with the recently quiet wolf. And eventually, it seemed as though he did. The canopy began to thin one last time before the full start of the overgrown forest, and it was along the end of their varied border that he spied Kaname perched on a stone like a quiet gargoyle. Or maybe he was lying in wait, but that thought did not cross his mind like it could have.

Drawing his gaze up to the dark-haired beta, Mordecai offered him a bemused smile. “There you are,” he said, “I wondered if I'd find you out here.” But Mordecai was not aware of the annoyance he had caused by his actions either, leaving his dominant stance easy. Of the trio that remained from Silvertip, he felt he would receive less resistance coming from Kaname. They had their differences, yes, but Mordecai had never felt he had wronged him in the way Cara felt wronged. “I haven't seen much of you. How have you been?” And for Mordecai, it was far easier to let the past be in the past, in light of how they had acted beneath different structure and rule.