Hushed Willows tangled hills and tiny verio singing

*wiggles into days off*

Mordecai too thought that the Crook would provide them natural shelter from any storm that could have dared to ravage them. He didn't voice such, but his head nodded in faint agreement as Stark mused. If anything, should they have all still been there come winter, he hoped that the cavern would provide them with natural warmth as well, though he could not offhandedly recall whether or not the Wilds had been through a bad winter. He had still prepared for it in the best way that he could, both when he had led the Spine, and again with the Hollow.

And naturally, their conversation turned towards the past.

"No, we were fortunate enough to avoid any permanent damage to our home," he said. Though when the worst of such weather came, Harlyn and he had not resided there. While some parts of their past were laid bare, Mordecai skirted the memory in regards to that. It was simpler to think that they had been at the Hollow then, rather than about to sever their ties with the Plateau that had housed them. There were untold what-ifs in that memory den he did not wish to entertain.

"Other places were not so lucky, from what I remember. Total destruction, wildfires, and so on. You can't really tell that something happened through those areas now, at least. Probably can't tell much at all with the way things look now." Maybe if one was high enough up they would have seen where forestry had been stripped clean and felled, but to them on the ground? It was simply background. He wondered for a moment though, if the barren valleys and meadows would show with all the foliage yet to fully return. He wondered how the Hollow looked and shook his head dismissively.