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

Harlyn felt certain that Luke could probably hear her heart throbbing in the long, quiet moments that followed.  She felt as though she should make small talk with him instead of keeping quiet.  He probably thought her rude for not talking, but she simply couldn't think of anything to say except to talk about how eager she was to see Mordecai.  Likely Luke was better off with her just being quiet, and thus she stayed that way.


Her breath caught in her throat when Mordecai suddenly appeared.  He was just as handsome and regal as ever.  A soft smile lined her muzzle as he approached, but it was quick to falter as her eyes found the wounds near his neck and forelegs.  "Mordecai," Harlyn said gently after he said hers, "What happened to you?  Are you alright?  Who did this?"  All nervousness fell away as she closed the distance between them, her head and tail lifting along with her hackles.  She reached for him to nudge her nose against his muzzle softly, concern in the warm embers of her eyes.