Blacktail Deer Plateau return from byzantium

WE THREAD AGAIN, HURRAH!

As he drank calmly from the rushing waters, a dark figure materalized from the cover of ferns near him. Mordecai did not readily bring his attention to him, though he was well aware of the being approaching him. And when he did bring his gaze to the canine, he found that he did not recognizing him by visual cues. His musk, however, came as a familiarity to the Ostrega. He must have been Lasher; Dante had spoken about him briefly.

"I'm afraid I've already learned that once today," Mordecai quipped in return with a smile to the superior wolf. "I don't think a little mud will hurt me in the long run anyway." And if it did, well, he supposed it was what he got for thoroughly coating himself in it by poor decisions. But it had yet to afflict him in an negative way, thankfully.