Blacktail Deer Plateau [Meeting] Trying to take what's lost and broken, make it right

Harlyn's arrival at his side detracted his attention from the meeting for a moment, and he offered her a nudge. Though he had little idea as to where she had been, he was glad that she had turned up after all. It made things easier than seeking out where she would have holed up, perhaps rolling through another hateful migraine, and trying to explain everything that could have gone on.

And then Dante's voice gathered his attention again, ears perking briefly at the sound. He liked the idea of a hunt no doubt, some sort of routine to throw them back into the idyllic life they had been wrapping themselves in. While there had been a few herds out roaming, Mordecai would have been likely to admit he had not kept an eye on them closely. There had been far too much going on, and here his silence continued to hold as his gaze followed Dante's to the beta pair.