Mordin has spent an exciting few hours exploring the town and pumping every Yoopper he meets for cultural and biological information. It's a good thing the inhabitants are generally so friendly- other people might eventually get annoyed with a stranger wandering around asking them about everything from ancient Canagian history to Yoopper mating practices (and sometimes requesting DNA samples for analysis with the same directness other people use to ask the time). Eventually he works his way up to analyzing some of the local wildlife. That's when things get interesting.

"Wulfereen territorial instinct confirmed!" He says to no one in particular as he hauls ass past Mindy's house with a quartet of yapping sharp-toothed furballs gnashing at his heels. Mordin will marvel later at the anatomical mysteries of how wulfereens fit that much mouth onto that small a body- for now he just wants to not get bitten!