Lost Creek Hollow "what did the fish say..."

He tread water in the shallows for a bit, waiting until Luke had settled himself up on dry ground before hauling himself up and out of the crisp waterway. With nothing more than a brief pause to shake out his coat, Mordecai brought up the rear of their trio, if only because he took the time to offer the angry beavers a flash of his teeth. It only seemed to set them off a bit more, which was warrant enough for him to get a move on and carry on with the others.

Taking quiet note of the limp Ilya had, he only gained brief glimpses of the wound as they walked on. It didn't seem anything too major, though he knew once they were closer to the Hollow he would suggest she seek out Harlyn to have a look at it if it still bothered her by then. Whether or not it would be much of a concern by then, he couldn't have figured one way or another — bites of any sort were a bit tricky, but some of them could be dealt with on their own.