Blacktail Deer Plateau I will remember your face

With little choice but to do anything else, Mordecai resigned to the fact that Lasher was truly right. There was little they could do until the fire had been quelled by the falling rain, and to do so would surely merit stories that none of them would enjoy telling. Provided they survived to begin with. His thoughts lingered over Harlyn for a moment at the beta's suggestion, but something suggested to him that she would stay safe and sound where she was. It was still prompt enough to draw him to cast another gaze back towards the fire, which even in light of the downpour that came upon them was only showing signs of being slow, not snuffing itself out.

He nodded then in absent agreement, seeing past Malachi before bringing the other into focus. "Let's get to somewhere safe," he said, reality sinking in akin to a stone breaking surface tension of a still lake. Once they were there, Mordecai had already made the decision to seek out Harlyn. In spite of his certainty that she would stay safe, he also knew that she had not felt well in the days past. That alone was enough to spur him to fully make certain that she would not need relocating, as well as seek out those that may not have heard the call.