the ongoing speculation

Joining Dijax as he made his way on, Mordecai inquired gently of where the fellow would go. He knew that the Russian was keen on returning to his home, which in a way may have been admirable. Mordecai had thought a time or two of trying to return to Sedona, curious of the changes that may have unfolded. Curious to find the answers to questions that from time to time burned at him from either end of a proverbial candle. But ultimately, they were answers to questions he did not want to ask, and finding his way back to his quaint startings was unlikely. It had been too long and time had begun to fade the better parts of the memories, parts of the paths he had taken to get to where he was now.

As they approached the borders of the Spine, the tawny alpha drew himself to a pause where they began to thin. It was there that he bade farewell to Dijax, offering him a bit of luck on the journey that lied ahead for him. Whether or not the fellow would find his way back home, Mordecai would never know. He watched the silvery form of the wolf disappear into the depths of the wilderness and lingered further, wondering what sensation followed him in his wake. It was a tempting fate, but one he was not ready to entertain on that particular day. Mordecai's time would come too. Turning back to the Spine, the Ostrega returned towards the heart of the territory, finding he wanted the time alone now and wishing to use it towards far more constructive things.