your love is gonna drown.

Harlyn once again had to resist the urge to roll her eyes at him.  She did have a sense of humor herself, but she was not nearly so... persistent about it.  She wondered if this wolf ever took anything seriously, but then she remembered the circumstances that had lead to their introduction and she decided the answer was no, no he did not.  Any wolf idiotic enough to try and climb down into a gorge, nearly getting himself killed obviously didn't have the wisest of heads upon his shoulders.  But, at least it was still there.


"Harlyn," she responded when prompted.  She gave him a smile then before she regarded him seriously, "You will be alright?  No more walking off cliffs, hm?"  She would not be there to help him the next time he did so.  Harlyn was growing to miss Mordecai and longed to return to his sane company.