OOC: Mordy can be a little dense at times…
The musk of deer and other forestry scents hid what was truly important, and it was a little too late before he noticed that there was a definite boundary of a territory. He was only beginning to lift up his head from the ground to start to sneak away like he did when he saw the upright figure the other day when a wolf—probably the owner of the grounds—appeared and called him out. Uh oh. Though his tone was not relatively hostile, the demand in it made him anxious, and for a moment he thought about fleeing. In the end he decided to hold his ground, and though he’d rather say it was because he was brave and laughed in the face of trouble, he did not run out of fear that there was a chance he could not outpace the black stranger.
Mordecai turned to face the male fully in the face, to show that he was disregarding him in any way possible. His ears began to twitch and forth every now and then, which was a physical sign to show how nervous he was, as if his lowered tail was not enough to show his obvious shame. “Hey,” he replied back meekly, his eyes first looking at his paws then at the male’s gaze. He was not sure if he should have said anything else, but he continued to speak anyway, “I didn’t scent the border, until now, sorry…” Well, that was a lame excuse, he thought with an uneasy frown.
The younger wolf began to get a good look at the unfamiliar canine, and was glad that he did not try to run for it. He seemed to be in good shape, and probably would have caught Mordecai if he wanted to give chase. He had a weird marking under his eye, and considered for a moment if he was born with it, and also saw that he was wearing feathers in his mane. He pursed his lips, envious that his appearance was so much more regal than his own dingy bandana for a moment. He then reminded himself of the more pressing situation, like nearly trespassing on his territory instead of contemplating his unique sense of apparel.
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