Blacktail Deer Plateau return from byzantium

lady you write so lovely, i could read lasher posts all day long (i say this like i don't already lmfao)

Without question, Mordecai fell into step alongside the Plateau's beta male. The opportunity was not one he would squander, as intrigue lured him swiftly among other undecided things. If nothing else from first impressions, he felt that Lasher may have walked a similar road as he had. Perhaps not now, but once upon a time. For whatever reason, it was those minute things that already drew them together and sparked a kinship easily. And perhaps it was also none of those things; their parting humor was certainly reason enough for Mordecai to take early enjoyment of his company. A good banter was the start of a foundation.

His eyes took to the path ahead of them as he parted from the bank, only to be drawn back to Lasher as the beta made an observation. For a moment, Mordecai almost retorted with an is it that obvious response, but it felt closer to sullying the mood. He had no reason to hide it, however ingrained it had become into his mannerisms. "I have," he rejoined with a nod. Curiosity overrode any notion of a pressing question or addition; he was surprised with his counterpart's astuteness. If there were any more questions to follow, Mordecai knew he would answer.