Whitefish River between two points

Thanks for joining! :) I figured it would be easiest to say that Tiarnan just up and left them abruptly.

And just as fast as it had happened, the young wolf that had gone careening into the waters sprung back, and fled. Mordecai only paused to muse on this for a moment, engrossed with the sudden turn of events that he didn't even realize he was no longer alone. Maybe it was the rumble of a voice coming loose from the world around him that cued him in, or maybe it was the scattering of the damp sand and grit across slick stones that really gained his attention. Mordecai bristled as he turned his head to draw in the grayscale body of another retreating wolf, but this one only went so far. His startled response was mute, his mouth opening for a moment only to shut at the apology issued forth.

“I was beginning to think maybe I was the one who intruded,” he said. “Any idea who that was?” For all he knew, maybe one was in the pursuit of the other. Or maybe they had just been made by some scout. After his meeting with some leader of some place nearby, Mordecai wouldn't have been surprised by much of anything at that point. He kept himself neutral though, not jumping to any conclusion that wanted to spring out of a working imagination. The possibilities were endless. Always endless.