Ouroboros Spine the rocks and roots of the deepest hollow

Kaname provided insight readily. It was something that Mordecai found he appreciated, perhaps even something he had been lacking. When it came to leadership, he found he was less likely to reach out and simply ask for the aid as though in doing so it would set up some perceived weakness. It was a feeling he was trying to desperately shake, but one that had for the most part not seemed noticeable. To avoid that feeling he instead focused in on what Kaname said he was striving for, and the way he spoke of it made it seem more like personal goals than anything. And that was the way that Mordecai took it, too. Perhaps Kaname did not think himself a hunter or a warrior.

“If something's happened between us and them, it would be news to me. I haven't met any wolves who claim to be from there yet,” he mentioned, wondering if there was really anything that would transpire between the two packs. “As much as I would like to venture out that way, duty calls and all.” It was there that he allowed just the slightest slip in his own ruse; Mordecai missed the ability to roam freely. “But some scouting parties might be worth the trouble, to the Caldera and over towards Meldresi's pack. I think it may be in our best interests to see how they fare in comparison to us.”