Kintla Flatlands the sun has blinded me

What she spoke of following that meant little to Mordecai, who was ignorant that there were such things as overseas and what not. It sounded like a dramatically fabricated story, but he also didn't discredit either. There was a lot about the world that he didn't know. Wolves could live on islands, that much he had learned from Dijax and of the former inhabitants of Wheeling Gull Isle. What struck him as bizarre was that she didn't consider her family setting a pack, and the notion displayed itself openly across his features in a furrowed brow.

"But that is a pack," he stated. "Packs consist of families, mothers and fathers and their young. Even the one I was born it was that way," though truthfully, he didn't add, it had been more than just his parents and their offspring. His cousins, aunts, uncles, they had all been there. "Most of the packs here are no different, so you do know what it's like. I'm not mocking you." And considering that he had never been ripped from his own home and put somewhere else by anything other than his own decisions, it was a relatively safe assumption that he did not understand much about the life Donna had lived.