Lost Creek Hollow hollow stone

A smile graced his face briefly as Ancalagon mentioned Harlyn. At that point, it would have been hard for any of them not to notice that she was expecting. Of course, he doubted that she took to wandering as far as she used to, and that was something he took keen interest in. Her wavering restlessness came and went, a suggestion to him that her time was in fact near. But his silence on the matter held as the ever respectful Ancalagon continued speaking, and Mordecai did not raise any points until certainty set that the yearling had finished.

"We could do with a little silence along them," he admitted, but only given the recent turn of events. Between his own injures that were healed and the ones that Luke still recovered from, he would have preferred their borders lapsed into silence. "But I appreciate what you have done for us so far, Lagon. With pups coming, we'll have to tighten our claim. Better safe than sorry, anyway." The last thing he wanted was the cougar coming back around, or any other predator thirsty for blood.