it's burning through the bloodline

Her words were introspective, no doubt among the things that he considered. Though Mordecai knew full and well what it meant to sacrifice happiness for the well being of others, it was also something he found he also struggled with. It had happened with the Spine and eventually, the strain pressured him to be done with it all. Unsurprisingly was the consideration that it was happening again, as he found he was wont to let Harlyn go as much as he was his loyalities to Dante and his pack.

But he wasn't so quick to consider that Harlyn did not have a few fleeting loyalities buried within for the Plateau. She had been resourceful and decent towards them, at one point or another pitching in to aid them. She had socialized well from what he gathered, though nowhere near the point that others mingled. The same could have been said of him, however, as he often partook in things more as an outlier, and some attempts to not play that card had been meager at best. And as the silence drew on, he found himself nodding at her final statement.

"That I suppose, is the question," he remarked somewhat flatly. It was the same question that Harlyn had posed to him and while he stalled, he was also aware the answer that he had given. "But I said that I would follow. It's just the matter of addressing that to the others. These wolves here are my kin too, in a sense. I don't imagine they will take kindly to it." And as he would find out, at least one of them wouldn't.