Hushed Willows we'll create an empire for you.

Pippin's outburst made him nearly flinch, the sound of the youth's voice after such a lengthy silence did more than surprise him. It was the collective anger that bubbled in its tones, one that Harlyn also seemed to pick up and cast herself. He heard the retreat of his son but did not look to see where he went, his eyes still locked on the form of Tavi with hackles raised. He felt torn, not at all for her but rather his own kin.

When he was certain that she was distracted by the rousing of Tambourine—a most thankful thing indeed—his own concern for his mate override the urge to watch her any longer. He turned back to her slumped form and began to rouse her with mute urgency. The sooner they could get away from this scene the better, or so he thought. Harlyn needed tending to and Pippin, well, Mordecai knew he would need tracking down.