Lost Creek Hollow The Sharpest Lives

More like don't be late, lol. I (unfortunately) don't have a cushy desk job.

Though he thought that the yearling had done was foolish, Mordecai opted to hold his tongue and let him speak. Perhaps there were reasons for everything and truthfully, there was bound to be a whole story he scarcely knew anything about. And at least this fellow had the typical pros about him that they all should have had; he could fend for himself, he could defend, all of those good things. And perhaps above all that, the one thing that they could all agree upon was that they were social creatures, and being alone was infinitely more difficult than having company.

"What you did was foolish," he said in the lull of silence, though his voice lacked a hard edge to it. There was little doubt in his mind that the other was finding his mistake to be that way as well. "But I suppose we may have a place for you. Prove yourself and you'll welcome to call it a home, but first we'll have you looked after." His attention deviated from the yearling long enough to throw a call out for @Harlyn, certain that she would be able to help. At least something to lessen the intensity of the ailments Sherlock had.

"I'm Mordecai, by the way."