Blackfeather Woods finger deep within the borderline

It only took a moment for Mordecai to understand where this meeting was going. Especially when the dark-haired creature called out to another who had been apparently waiting in the wings — so to speak — all along. Mordecai only glanced for a moment to spy her out properly, sparing a moment to briefly wonder how long she had been there. Perhaps all along, for all he knew.

"Or today is fine," he quipped, a thin smile spreading across his face. His comment came as he shifted his own stance in preparation, eyes willingly meeting the cooler ones of his greeter. His veiled threats were not just poor tact, they had been truthful. If it were to be a trial by fire just to leave their area then so be it; Mordecai felt confident he could handle what was coming his way.