Ouroboros Spine all dolled up in gabardine

When it came to the question of being asked how long he had lived there, Mordecai couldn't be too specific. He knew roughly what the season had been when he had first arrived, obviously knew what the season was now. He couldn't have put a number to the days, because time had become relatively useless to him. Once upon a time, he would have bothered to keep track and did, but now? Mordecai could only summarize just how long it had been since he had first set foot in the region altogether.

“I've been in this area since the late spring. This pack used to inhabit one of the mountains to the north and west, and we relocated ourselves during the summer.” He figured it was best to pile on the information in that regard. Just in case she was like he, who at one point or another, had tried to ascertain who had been around longest. If only to find out what the weather to come would be like, which was something Mordecai had little luck in finding out. It seemed like the majority of them were experiencing their first winter in the wilderness.

He made no mention that his leadership was fairly new, a self-conscious wall that had erected itself on the grounds that he was certain it showed. Some wolves were natural born leaders and Mordecai, in spite of his triumphs thus far, was not one of those creatures. For him, this whole thing was a learning process. But he was certainly learning things. “I think this will be an interesting winter, don't you?” He opted to ask a question of his own this time, wondering if somehow her words would bring insight to what else they could have possibly been doing.