thinking of you

*dances excited*

Well, so much for keeping things on the down low. There were probably a hundred other better openings he could have come up with, but perhaps none of them would have not been enough to quell the anger that came rushing out of Charon's mouth. He sensed things were awry, and if there was still any testament left to his puphood, it was the way his voice quaked and rose in pitch.

Mordecai drew his ears back in response, as though that would save the piercing words from bombarding him. It was there that he decided that there was no use in trying to soften the words that would have eventually been said. "Because she isn't here," he answered, then lacking the formalities for what he supposed Charon wanted to hear. Something firm and direct, unwavering. "None of us have seen her since the fire, or have been able to find any trace whatsoever. Clearly she did not flee our territory to come to you." His ears drew themselves forward again, and this time he fought the urge to peer back and try and find where the small portion of the plateau had burned. He wasn't even entirely sure that it could be seen from where they were.