Blacktail Deer Plateau return from byzantium

i'm usually happy so long as it's understandable and flows well lmao. >_>;

"Yes," he answered with a nod. It had been locally, at least somewhat. Mordecai couldn't have guessed to the breadth of the region, but he had come to understand that others considered it vast. He had only crisscrossed it a handful of times, finding that he worked through one area well before he pressed onto the other. It had been a slow process, but for as vast as it was, it seemed justified. His affinity for the packs in those regions limited him, though he didn't think of it that way.

"Ouroboros Spine, to the west and south from here. I didn't lead them long, I preferred to travel instead," he went on to explain, sensing that perhaps the next question ahead would have been a query as to what had happened. And in a way it had been true, though it was far from the whole story. It wasn't just the call of wanderlust that had taken him away, but rather a culmination of many things into a furious storm lingering overheard. That storm of sorts had passed, at least for the time being. A with many things in life, another had begun to brew on the horizon just for the sake of being there.

Whether or not it came to him or passed was another story altogether.