darkly, darkly

Lasher's voice broke the tense silence that enveloped them all, drawing Mordecai's attention to the charred remnants of forestry to the beta male. For a moment he took the statement at face value, at first thinking that perhaps Lasher thought that Dante and Osprey were dead and gone for good. But there was a third unaccounted for in that equation; whether or not that spoke for someone else or someone else yet to be, Mordecai did not know. Yet he waved away the idea altogether in spite of knowing it was a very real reality. Yet there were signs that could have always suggested otherwise.

But the grimness was not at all lost on him, who before had known Lasher to be of a much lighter heart than that. "They also say never to give up hope, either," he answered, canting his head at the thought. "Life is a very surprising thing, I've discovered. And, I suppose it is also very destructive as well." If not for life, there would be no fire of any sort to exist. He sighed heavily. "What do you think we should do?" Perhaps it was not the best of times to make such an inquiry but truly, Mordecai found himself amiss as to what they could have done. Their searches were fruitless in their endeavor, at least as far as the fire had ranged.