Blacktail Deer Plateau mine was a religion and happiness was a fact

eeeeee joy joy joy joy GLEE GLEE GLEE

Harlyn was thrilled at finally having found Mordecai.  While it would be a while before she could move forward with the rest of her goals, she was content for now simply being near him again.  Her first days at the Plateau had been quiet while she settled in and got to know the land.  It was in truth a beautiful place, but the Cinderloch had a different idea in mind for what her and Mordecai's kingdom would look like.  As nice as it was here at the Plateau, Harlyn knew that it would only be temporary.


For that reason, the druid felt rather discontent.  Her brief stays at her prior two packs made her feel guilty looking back on.  She'd pledged herself to the Spine, and then she'd abandoned it.  She'd pledged herself to the alpha of the Gully, and then she'd abandoned him.  In truth, it was upsetting to Harlyn to know her stay at the Plateau would be similarly temporary, but she contented herself in knowing that her next pack would be the one she remained in for the rest of her days.  And Mordecai would be right there with her...

Harlyn gave a dreamy sigh as she dutifully plucked large swatches of thick, green moss from the bases of the trees.  She knew that the Plateau already had quite an accomplished healer - in fact, the beta was one of the first wolves Harlyn intended to hunt down, eager to compare their knowledge in medicine.  But still, it made her more comfortable having supplies of her own.  As it was, the druid was completely unaware that the cause of her happy musings was actually seeking her out at that very moment, nor that he was in fact quite close to stumbling right upon her.