Blacktail Deer Plateau reporting the patterns row by line

A particular cloaked wolf from the past broke the scenery ahead of him with dutiful fashion. And for a moment, the pair regarded one another with scant familiarity. They had exchanged names but Osprey's eluded him. He remembered her as the hag of the woods, hailing briefly from a place that was more overgrown than anything else.

With a meal tucked away in her mouth though, she was quite comical. A narrow smile broke his clean demeanor, and all Mordecai could offer her was a slight cant of his own head, as though to suggest he wasn't sure what she was doing with such a large rodent. Did she intend to shove it away in a cache somewhere? Or maybe it was hers for the taking; she had struck him as modest enough not to be boasting and broadcasting her find.

"Does the rat have a story?" he quipped instead, offering her a wave of his bushy tail.