Hushed Willows you can follow.

Her daughter was home, a fact for which Harlyn was immensely grateful. It was a blessing to know beyond a doubt that she was safe, and the joy at seeing her and Silas together again was immeasurable. But still, Harlyn could not shake the anxiety she felt over the fact that Mordecai and Pippin were missing still. Pippin, possibly in the clutches of the demonic cat that haunted the Hollow and Mordecai in the grip of some insane pack of wolves on the coast.

Stark at least knew where to send the search parties next for Pippin. So Harlyn set out to see that he knew where to send them for Mordecai.

The Crook was empty that afternoon as she emerged. Her nose set to work, seeking the scent of the alpha. She was uncertain if he had gone out on a search or if he was lingering somewhere, and she could not discern from the jumbled scents of the wolves that regularly frequented to community den. Harlyn decided to wait a while and see if he happened to come to her, only partly because it seemed like a good plan to do so. Mostly it was the ache in her ankle which was still angry from her overuse the day before.