Hushed Willows oh lazarus, how did your debts get paid?

Harlyn was not a fool. Even so, it wasn't until the moment the words true marauders slipped from the delta's lips that she began to doubt the accepting, kind and polite disposition of the dark wolf. She had always taken great care in crafting the comments that slipped off of her own tongue, and so she had always paid careful attention to those that were spoken by others. The reference to true marauders sounded of disdain and condescension to her no matter the velvet tone of the voice that uttered it.

She was quiet as Mordecai responded, and his words steadied the nerves that had begun to prickle uneasily. She gave him a fond smile before turning again to Trick. "So too is he in the hearts of those to whom he has shown great kindness, even before they were marauders themselves," Harlyn replied carefully, her own smile never wavering. She did not fully trust her suspicion yet; it could easily have been a meaningless slip of the tongue. But she would guard herself nonetheless, and be on the alert for further hints of unrest in this pack's ranks.

Apparently it was time to get to know the rest of these true Marauders.

"What say we head to the Crook?" Harlyn asked then, eager to get her mate somewhere he could rest and see his kids again, "You must be exhausted - not that you'll get much rest once the kids see you. Trick, I don't know if you were aware, but Mordecai became separated from our group while we were in the Wilds and has been away from us for quite some time." She turned to point them into the territory, pausing for a moment to make sure they were following before setting off.