Kintla Flatlands such deliberate disguises.

Beneath the cover of the canopy, his pursuit was curbed efficiently. The shadows did some to conceal where the ashen figure laid, but the curling of lips and the flash of teeth stopped Mordecai with some distance to go. He had been found, but that had been apart of his on the fly plan to begin with. He knew he couldn't tail as well as someone who would have been smaller, even more flighty.

But he was entertained at the youth that squeaked out behind the menacing display. His expression turned to show it — a smile bloomed across his face, caution entirely to the wind. He tried to mask it, however briefly, as though his own body language and expression could accurate convey an easy now tone. "You looked like you were after something interesting," Mordecai said, letting his ears fall back against the curve of his head. "Can you blame me for being curious?"