Hushed Willows tangled hills and tiny verio singing

The weather changed in an instant; Mordecai felt the swift and increase of the wind, felt the rain beat a little more steady against him and the ground. But it did not sway him to seek shelter, at least not yet. It wasn't until he had nearly finished his survey of the lower terrain and felt the presence of another that he became compelled to pull himself away. If there were any game to be found, it was no doubt hunkering down to wait out the storm, and with it he brought his solitary eye to rest on his company.

"Tempted to," he answered during his once-over. Harlyn had mentioned him, but Mordecai didn't recall the specifics. His attention had been elsewhere, perhaps selfishly set on his family. "But a little rain never hurt anyone. Beats the heat, right?" His gaze wandered then, back towards still unfamiliar scenery. How bare it still seemed; it was a wonder any of them still stayed.