Hushed Willows we'll create an empire for you.

sorry for delay, stupid stressful busy week

The connect between their bodies wasn't anything too vicious. He wasn't striking to draw blood and if anything, bashing himself against her seemed just as effective as any other tactic that came to mind. It gave Mordecai the chance he desperately sought to be a wall for Pippin, and by then it was yet another extension to Harlyn as well. Her joining the fray from behind him was met with a swift swing of his head to check on them and just as swiftly he focused it back upon Tavi.

Except this go around, where he anticipated further resistance he was met with the remnants of her dazed perception. A perception that quickly settled for the limp form of her son between them. His solitary gaze lingered over Tambourine uneasily, as he could neither ascertain nor be certain of what outcome the pup was. There was no time to tell whether or not he was dead or alive, though if he were to put any weight into the words that started to bubble up and chase sobs out of the stormy-colored she-wolf, he wasn't among the living any longer.

And that only made him hold his ground more, a guard of stoicism rising up to cover whatever concern and confusion of how things would go from there. He had his own to worry after and quite suddenly, he wondered where Larkspur and Pippin Silas were.