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

Harlyn couldn't tell if Trick had been aware that they had been acquainted with Warbone or not by his manner of response. He was a crafty one, but not enough that his words at all allayed her suspicions. She smiled and dipped her muzzle in farewell to the dark wolf, but her gaze lingered upon his thin frame as he retreated. He could sweeten his words with whatever tone he liked, but Harlyn still wondered at the reference to true Mauraders, even as he insisted then they too were of that rank, for if she and her family were just as true as Trick and the others, then who exactly could be the false?

Mordecai's voice brought her out of her silent musings and she turned to look back at him. Her ears slipped back as she reached for him, pressing herself with a happy growl against his chest as her muzzle stretched across his shoulder in a very Can-You-Feel-The-Love-Tonight hug. "It's alright," she said through her smile, "You're here now. And once the kids get to you, I daresay you will never be even capable of leaving again."