Ouroboros Spine all dolled up in gabardine

Her words came rapid fire and jumbled; the incident had clearly caught her off-guard and left her reeling with embarassment. It was perhaps a testament to her youth though, because at one point or another Mordecai was certain he would have found himself reacting the same way. But time had worn on him enough to make him realize that sometimes, silly things happened. Sometimes they were unavoidable, but the feverent burn of embarassment would always ring true.

“You can call me Mordecai, it's fine,” he assured her. The thought of being refered to by title alone seemed strange to him, but then again, a lot of wolves carried various cultures. “It's nice to meet you, though.” Her deference struck him acceptably on top of it, a nice change from the latter of old souls in the Spine that he had dealt with recently. For the most part, the new recruits they had amassed in the past few weeks had been forthcoming in their submission. Time and his holding of rank would turn the others, or so he hoped.