The Sentinels In this burning house

As Deirdre emerged with another in tow, Mordecai felt himself relax a touch. Though his gaze lingered on the wolf he did not recognize, he was soon taken with the display of affection that came between his daughter and her friend. He was not used to such a thing but it warmed him all the same, to know that she was not so far within her shell that she could not make a friend.

Larkspur did not waste time in telling Deirdre why they had come. It was then that he found himself drawing his gaze somewhere else, his ears folding back against his head. Mordecai kept his silence for now, instead wondering if it was possible they would find Pippin at all. Even what searching he had done along their way turned up nothing. It was clear to him that his son had not come along the coast, though he had hoped they would find him there.