Lost Creek Hollow familiar faces

Harlyn smiled softly when Mordecai referred to her and began to talk about the formation of their pack.  In truth, the onset of Winter had had little to do with her reason for wanting to move on it now.  The gods she followed had spoken to her that day after the meeting at the Plateau, and she could no more deny their will than she could refuse to breathe.

She kept that to herself though, instead listening quietly as the Ostregas spoke.  The druid gave an approving nod when Mordecai extended an invitation to Viggo to join them.  She was quite fond of all the Ostregas she'd met thus far and if Mordecai deemed this one worthy as well, she didn't have an argument against it.  When he asked to be put to work, Harlyn found her entrance to the conversation.  "Well, there are borders to be enforced and caches to be stocked," she suggested, stepping closer to Mordecai, "Or if it's more your speed, there's land around the Hollow that is yet to be explored that we could use more information on - other packs in the area, potential hunting grounds, et cetera."  There was certainly much to be done still, but Harlyn was open to letting her family decide how they wanted to contribute.