Blacktail Deer Plateau i found us a friend

His effort to bolster their moods through jest had only a fleeting success. His companion was quick to grow somber again, commenting that she missed Mordecai. As she lived in the same pack with him, the white wolf could only conclude that Mordecai had been distant, somehow, and his mouth turned downward. His silver eyes cast a concerned, but warm look. "You can talk to me," he encouraged, sensing Harlyn had words on her tongue and troubles in her heart that she may need to speak about. He ran his muzzle through the soft fur of her neck and then caressed her cheek with his tongue. Luke placed a blue-padded paw on top of hers. She had his undivided attention, as he gazed at her.