Blacktail Deer Plateau hear the sound of the mightiest of guns

Do you want to fade this out perhaps?

While the fact that their injured visitor had fled from their territory bugged him, Mordecai was quick to let it go when Dante also mentioned that he hadn't seen them. It was probably safe to assume that they had healed up and gone on their own way, even if it was without a goodbye or a thank-you to them. Perhaps they feared something else altogether, though he couldn't have really said that he knew what that reason was. What he didn't do was consider that they had been taken back by those wolves, because Mordecai firmly believed that they would have no business in straying so far from their home. It was smart that way, if only for the fact that there was resolute safety in numbers, versus a small band up against the full throttle of a pack.

"I would think it is, yes," he answered then, decisively. Even with spring upon them, Blue Willow had told him that her stores for healing were not the greatest. And selfishly, he would have rather had their uses than someone who belonged somewhere else; this too was something he would not have openly admitted. "They must have made it back safely or else I'd presume we'd have visitors by now as well," he suggested as an afterthought, smiling a little.