Lost Creek Hollow blackbird song is over now

She did not contest his instructions, much to his surprise. Perhaps she was simply too weary to dredge up the energy needed to get her point across, or perhaps his words had been enough to settle her. For whatever necessity she felt to go and rescue Ayishik, Mordecai was inclined to believe there was none. Their pack had faltered severely with the change of the season, the cougar no doubt in his mind a catalyst that had served to exacerbate things. As she examined her own wounds in the silent moments that passed between them, Mordecai could not avoid zoning out himself, wondering whether or not they still had a chance to thrive.

Her question drew him quickly out of that place however, and he drew focus to her features. "I'd say you look a lot better than I do," he assessed, the notched side of lip twitching into a brief, faint smile. Maybe one side of her head seemed better than another, but he was not versed in whether or not that was a good thing. With him, there had been no contest how bad his damage was and even all that time later, he was still paying for it. But the compensation of lost sight did not slow him as greatly now, or so he thought.

"How are you feeling, though? Is there anything I should tell Harlyn?"