Lost Creek Hollow The Sharpest Lives

Wrapping this up. :)

Turning back towards the thick of the forest, Mordecai lingered for a moment until the others had joined him. He let Harlyn take the lead, falling in behind Sherlock quietly. They could at least spare a little goodwill towards him and perhaps they would be rewarded in some way by it — only time would truly tell. Still, he had caught the rejuvenating glimpse of happiness in the wolf and for now, that would simply be enough.