Blacktail Deer Plateau the storm is coming in

A thin smile spread evenly across his muzzle for a moment when Blue Willow mentioned Eilidh. She had seemed quite taken with him, though the feeling was mutual. She was precious. Yet he found that he tucked this away for better times; a request was being made of him. Mordecai stayed quiet for a moment, debating whether or not he could handle the climb, but also realized he didn't want the aid of someone else. He didn't want to rein anyone else in on his business as it were — those that would know from this were all he felt needed to know.

"I can walk, I'm just wore out," he said, not quite pushing himself from his reclined position along the muddy slope. "Adrenaline only carries you so far, apparently." And with that, he slowly pushed himself into standing, grimacing openly at the pain that came with righting his body in alignment with his head. "How far away is your den? I think we'll make it there if we take it slow." We was not the greatest substitute for I, but he hardly paid attention to the diction spoken.