it's burning through the bloodline

"Harlyn's fine," Mordecai said, not at all surprised that she would ask after her. If not for Harlyn's seek and find skill, it would have seemed that they would have been unlikely to cross paths. For that, he was grateful. Andalusia was a far better relative to converse with, though he only had Charon now to compare that to. And Charon hardly wanted anything to do with him.

"Only one of our wolves is unaccounted for. I don't think she perished, but there's no guarantees. We haven't been able to find her," and he refrained from adding on or what's left of her. Wherever Osprey had spirited away to, Mordecai only hoped she was healing and well. He had given up the search for her some time ago, and suspected as much with the others. There were far other things brewing on the horizon that he only had an inkling about.