Ouroboros Spine all dolled up in gabardine

She came from the north indeed, but a place he wasn't sure he had ever heard of. Whatever this Canada was, Mordecai had no real concept. For all he knew, she spoke of a pack, and in a place that he decided he wasn't sure that he could handle. Perpetually snowy, dark, and cold? Suddenly the baked earth of the midsummer of Sedona didn't sound so bad. But as he was learning, the colds of what he concerned the north were not as bad either. Yet.

But it was her final statement that spurred on his curiosity, and a question almost escaped him before he caught it. He wanted to query why she had left, but thought better of it. Her past was of no concern to him, not his business to go prying in. He had seen firsthand too many times what asking questions did. So instead he opened up another avenue, and spoke fondly from there on. “I came from a much warmer place than this. We still had snow in the winter, but not always enough to cover everything. So far, this place almost seems like the happy middle between both,” he chuckled, “not too warm, not too cold.”

And hopefully, the statement of it being not too cold would not come back to bite him.