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Mordecai found that Dante knew not much more than he did. It were as though it was a tribute to how limited they had to be in their positions of leadership; a notion that he found that he disliked. It didn't seem right that they couldn't have ventured out themselves, at least with some distance to avoid their ranks being pulled loose from beneath them. Though that didn't seem to be the case with the Plateau; Mordecai had a sense that things were far more stable there than they had been during his time with the Spine.

Still, there was that note of interest of a pack forming to their south. "A pack forming along the river or...?" he pressed, unable to fathom who could or would have done that. He also didn't know just how far down river from the Plateau they were, but the feeling he found budding in its place left him feeling pressured; claustrophobic, even. Still, the notice of such a pack had slipped in underneath his radar, as he had spent more than half of his time outside of the claim the Plateau held.