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The other emerged from the copse as they drew near; the sight of them enough to still the remaining concerns that for whatever reason, something would have befallen them too. Blue Willow was perhaps out the gate first, her preening and examining of them given little thought. Briefly Mordecai could not help but marvel at how much the pair's children had grown, as Eilidh was hot on her mother's heels to follow suit. He broke from the seriousness of the situation long enough to nudge her back with a faint smile. She was no longer the quiet soul that had gnawed away at his limbs once upon a time. Now she could properly make the attempt to bowl him over if she wished.

And once they had been reunited properly with one part of their pack, Mordecai dawdled over the talk of moving towards a den. His restlessness was evident and there was little hesitation in his voice. "I'm going to seek Harlyn out," he said, though it was a quiet announcement. "If we come across any others, injured or not, she'll be able to help as well." If nothing else, he imagined that she would prevail to have a cool head in all of this as well, provided she was feeling up to it.