[m]I'm the nightmare you wish was just a dream

ooc: Apologizing in advance lol Mortar basically thinks hide and seek is a better option xD

Mortar was still attempting to get the acrid taste of his tongue by scraping it between the two front rows of his teeth and letting saliva fall from his massive jaws. It wasn't exactly the most efficient way of ridding himself of the horrible thing he'd just almost eaten, but it was better than doing nothing. Of course now came the question of why they were here in the first place. They were obviously edible though their taste left much to be desired. Why anyone would want to eat anything like this was a mystery to him. With a snort he pulled away from the barrel. He originally hadn't heard anyone coming until a loud banging startled him. The pots and pans clattered to the floor in the next room and Mortar's dark head perked up instantly. Ears flicked towards the doorway and he just managed to catch the sight of the woman as she fled in the opposite direction. Ears flicked back in an indecisive moment as he debated whether or not to follow her. He'd realized when he first arrived at the ship that there were others that lingered around here, but he hadn't exactly expected to run into any of them either. Keen ears picked up the sound of nails clacking along the metal of the ship that led deeper into the large contraption. He battled the need to go apologize to the woman for startling her. Despite the fact that he was in a bad mood, it didn't change the fact that he was still a nice creature. He couldn't stop the morals that had been ingrained into every fiber of his being since he was a pup. His need to apologize soon evaporated as soon as he heard the snarling. He could only assume that he'd put the woman in an awkward position walking in uninvited like he had - though it was loner lands so an invitation wasn't entirely necessary in this case. Either way her growling was very off putting and it didn't make him want to seek her out any more. He exited the storeroom quietly and paused as he looked in the direction that the female had headed. He could hear her pacing and growling, but it didn't concern him. He still figured he owed her an apology, regardless if she wanted one or not, and trying to smooth things over didn't seem like a bad idea. It was the clacking of nails and the tell-tale sign of a heavier wolf, roughly the same size as him if he heard right, that caused him to pause once more. He could hear more growling, this time masculine, and a voice that soon followed. "Where is our unexpected guest and the fuck are you doing making so much noise?" The idea of confronting the female didn't bother him, but now that there were two disturbed wolves that didn't exactly appreciate his company, well he didn't quite know how to handle it. The idea of a fight was displeasing to him - Mortar wasn't against defending himself, but he wasn't one to walk right into one either. He was not an instigator. It seemed like disappearing would be a better option for the time being. If they wanted to seek him out then that was fine by him, but he had no desire to run straight into the jaws of two wolves who were upset with his presence. So as quietly as the large male could, avoiding letting his nails clack against the floor, he left the storeroom. Rather than heading towards the other two, he headed off in the opposite direction. He didn't know his way around the ship, but he was swift with his turns. Through one room, down a hallways, and it wasn't long before he came to the cafeteria. Dusty tables and chairs littered the area and Mortar couldn't help but focus on the amount of litter and clutter everywhere. At least there weren't any more pickles. Now the question was, where was he going to go next? Walk, "Talk" Think