Whitefish River between two points

Mordecai too had his doubts of being apart of that bigger picture. Not that he didn't like the company of others, but it was often his lifestyle that clashed with some. He grappled, at time, with the ability to stay firmly rooted in one place. It had made him a thorn in the side of his father, who was virtually the opposite to an extent. It wasn't that Mordecai wasn't a loyal creature, he just found himself restless when the beauty of a place, or the inhabitants, became too predictable. Commonplace. He liked unfamiliarity, yet clashed with his own ideals by also wanting those creature comforts that he had been raised with. So far, Mordecai had yet to truly find anywhere that met both of those needs adequately.

“It was my own choice,” he said with a sniff, recalling memories now faded and distant. “And no, I haven't really found a place to settle. For now I'm content with having no one to answer to.” A thin smile graced his face as he gave a glance to Dante. Options aside, Mordecai wasn't quite willing to give up his complete freedom just yet. No doubt there would be nudging to come in their respective futures, though.