Big Salmon Lake to release this serendiptious design

look another shit post! way to be off my mordecai game here, haha... ;_; *has been channeling too many other things*

If anything, his indecision was not out of fear of commitment. Mordecai had little qualms about committing to things; his tenure in any pack could have easily spoke of that. But he had always been forward in his intentions, that he was transient and would not be tied down. Once that term had been met, he had relatively no issue in being productive. It was perhaps just as selfish as Harlyn absent concern for what would become of the Plateau, as he had no spared many thoughts for those he had left behind either.

So it was no secret that Harlyn was making a play for what she wanted here either, nor did it come as surprise when she spoke to him. His eyes stayed trained out on that horizon and he found himself surprisingly distant to the situation. The nagging sensation that he needed to be careful in his word choice was heard well, and it wasn't the first time he had come across that urgency to be choosy.

"I've never really put much stock into what the future will be," he said after a prolonged silence. "I like things to be simple, let them be what they'll be." He breathed out a sigh. He turned his attention to Harlyn, peering at her curiously. Searching for something he couldn't quite put his paw on, so to speak. "Why me?" Though he could see what she and others may have been able to see, he had never asked the question of what it was about him that made them think that way.