Blacktail Deer Plateau lost in the backwood

As Mordecai slipped in, Harlyn shifted her limbs in order to stretch her muscles.  A yawn widened her jaws and caused a shiver to tremble down her spine just before she relaxed again, rolling onto her stomach to position herself like a sphinx, the tip of her tail twitching in an almost cat-like manner against her stomach.  Her gaze found the Ostrega's as he made himself comfortable and inquired about her well-being.  Truth be told, her head still ached with a monotonous, slow-motion throbbing.  It was far better than it had been that morning though, so the Cinderloch focused on that fact instead of the latter option.


"Much better than this morning, thank you," the druid replied with a soft smile.  Mordecai had been wonderfully attentive to her, even with everything going on.  She knew he had been out searching for Osprey and for Dante with the others.  She herself did not carry much hope that they would return, however her heart overflowed with prayers to the spirits that her friends were somewhere safe and happy, even if it wasn't at the Plateau.  "I take it you've had no luck finding them?" she asked after a moment.  Undoubtedly, the Ostrega's demeanor would have been much more excited had they found a trace of their missing packmates, but there was nothing about his character now that hadn't been just the same yesterday.