the ongoing speculation

Nooo Dijax nooo. I likes him. :C

The foreign tongue rolled loose from Dijax, a language that intrigued Mordecai as much as the fellow himself did. But he knew that this was no ordinary social call. Calls from him often weren't, whether they came from the border or within the pack itself. Not to say that there hadn't been those times, but Mordecai would have admitted there was something in the air surrounding Dijax that spoke deep of changes to come.

The common tongue they all shared affirmed as much, shortly thereafter. Left with a sinking sensation within him that he could not have accurately put to words, Mordecai could only nod at first to the words that were offered to him. Was it really time for him to leave? Winter had only begun for them and though Dijax had certainly healed himself, it troubled Mordecai at the thought that they would lose someone from their ranks. Their numbers had held, thankfully, but he knew the coming days and weeks ahead would test all of their resolve, including and perhaps especially his own.

“So soon?” he prompted himself to speak, letting his features scrunch up concerned. But he was grateful that Dijax had at least called him, instead of flitting from the ranks like others tended to do.