Ouroboros Spine all dolled up in gabardine

He learned quite a bit from one sentence. A testament to her youth, where she had come from or at least where she had been. It seemed that a lot of creatures that ventured into the Wilds came from the north, which really made him consider how far north he had come. Sedona was more of an arid place, though not void of a wintry season. He knew snow, knew it even to a certain abundance, but never so much the bitter cold and biting winds. In that way, he was fortunate that his heritage and genetics still lent him the ability to tolerate the elements all the same. Some creatures were simply not that lucky.

“So you came from the north then?” he decided to query. Easily intrigued by the stories that were rooted behind so many, he also knew he had to watch his footing. Prying into the matters of others outside of the pack was one thing, but Mordecai did not want to stir up old and unpleasant memories with his subordinates. If they existed, that was. His childhood had not been terrible, nor had the road he had traveled. For all he knew, Mara had simply decided to disperse.