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His deterring tactic didn't last that long. But it lasted long enough to seemingly pull someone out from the gloomy hollow. Or so Mordecai presumed, as he did not hear the incoming approach of a shadowy figure in his attempt to steer clear the crow. Distracted, only for a brief second, the glossy, almost greasy avian raked its tattered and blunted talons across his head as he turned to catch the words spoken to him. This delayed his answer as he moved to snap again at the carrion bird, only to see that now it had moved on. Mordecai's gold eyes traced after it as it flew steadily out of his view. Apparently one wolf was enough to torment; two was asking for trouble.

"Just passing by," he answered, almost breathlessly. "I thought I was doing fine until that crow decided to be a nuisance. What's up with all of the ruckus in that forest?" By then, his attention had turned fully to the wolf who had come from the very woodland itself. Upon him, the scents were stronger and Mordecai wished he could have put a face to the memories it invoked.