Blacktail Deer Plateau the joy you give to others is the joy that comes back to you

*halfway hyperventilates in background*

He had been drifting in and out of a long nap when the howl shattered the thought of simply sleeping through the day. It was warm, so unusually warm that Mordecai did not want to muster the ability to traverse the countryside. The shift in the weather had brought aches and pains to his body, part in healing and part in age, but they were dispelled easily through movement. He rose slowly, stretching and yawning and peering back regretfully at the sunny patch of ground he was finding to be forced from. They would simply have to meet again later; for now he had something of interest summoning him.

Though the caller was uncertain to him, he made his travel there somewhat direct. It was near the slope of those borders where the timberline thinned that he slowed, peering through. Cautiously testing to see who had come calling after him. But the forestry obscured the majority of his view and forced him downhill further, where the brightness of Luke's frame stood out against the increasingly green surroundings. Whatever caution he had felt went out a proverbial window; he thought that his fishing geared companion had come for a tour of nearby landscapes.

And it was only a handful of yards out that he realized in the undergrowth that Luke was not alone. Recognition was a sucker punch that stole the wind from him for a moment as his gaze roamed her; Mordecai had not anticipated seeing her again. "Harlyn," he found himself saying in the next breath, swiftly approaching her in lieu of consideration to his own rough appearance. They had parted when their interests parted and it was rare that Mordecai encountered his traveling companions again after such. A steady wave of his tail followed as he lingered just out of her reach, curious of how well he was bound to be received as well.