Kintla Flatlands such deliberate disguises.

Interest plagued him as he went unnoticed. It seemed that the stranger was on a mission to somewhere, though Mordecai couldn't have said where. His pace almost had a staggering sort to it, as though he didn't care for the terrain at all. Maybe he was just moody, the Ostrega mused. He continued to watch him at length, letting his gaze cast itself out ahead of where he presumed the dark figure would go to next. Up ahead lied a forest that Mordecai hadn't been through, and with the air of skillful tailing, he headed towards the woods leisurely.

It wasn't often that he opted to tail anyone, but with the weather it wouldn't have been too hard. He didn't need to keep the wolf in sight to wonder after him; the muddy footpaths of the plain would show him where to go all the same. It was becoming obvious that there was a faster clip to the fellow though, as though he cared not to be out in the elements, and Mordecai soon lost sight of him as they neared the dense woodland.