A thousand silhouettes

Shall we fade this?

Dante made his decision swiftly and promptly so, the wolf from the Caldera was apt to thank him.  Mordecai found himself also thankful, but also felt the pressing urge to turn to the patrol of the lands just beyond the plateau.  He knew very little of the camaraderie between the plateau and the caldera, but also did not doubt Dante's decision to allow the female to stay until she had healed.  He was confident that they had more than enough food to spare for her as well as themselves, and if not, then hunts could have easily been arranged.

Shifting his gaze to Lupa, Mordecai let it linger in a moment of debate before letting it slide to the injuries of their soon-to-be healing ward.  "I can help take you to our healer, if you think you'd be able to walk with assistance."  If not for his playful jaunt with Eilidh, Mordecai wouldn't have known where Blue Willow's den was.  But chances were, she was there, and it would have been significantly easier to take her there than pry the mother from her babes.  Even if she was more than willing to come, it only seemed like the thing to do, and would take them further into the territory from the borders.

But after that, Mordecai knew he would leave for the borders.

Once a decision had been made between the quartet, they set off to do their respective tasks.