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It wouldn't have surprised him if she were the sort who would aspire after a scout-oriented job. Mordecai had himself at one point, and in a sense, was reclaiming the very task at the moment. To what extent she was exploring though, he didn't bother finding out. It had seemed she was more at rest than anything, at the moment.

"We left because of the other packs encroaching," he said at first. "The game can be very thin around those parts with the other packs nearby. So we went where the herds were," and truthfully, that was only part of the story. Jinx had desired something more than just a mountain. He had never learned the reasons why she had chose the Spine in depth, though he had originally preferred it to the mountain. Mordecai cared little for living on them when it all boiled down to it, though the vistas were nice. He liked the forests and valleys.

"Judging by how your pack-mate greeted me, I take it your pack hasn't had an easy time settling," became the next thing that he said, and one particular thing he was most curious of. Already these wolves of Silvertip were leery of others, but why? Had they all come from somewhere that gave them reason to doubt the intentions of others? They hadn't tried to recruit him, but then again, once the pair had started bickering Mordecai was ready to leave them alone.