Greatwater Lake rewind

that post, right in the feels. :(

Not since he had recruited Rahzie had he really been outside of the Spine. And normally he wouldn't have gone out, not with all that had been occurring behind their figurative closed doors. But it was the drawing scent of the Spine's crowned alpha that stole him away from his patrol. Mordecai pursued Cara, and nary a thought was spared for their borders. He was more perplexed with her venture out, and did not feel the tension of the basin woods leave him until he had passed fully from it's gaze.

It was only then that he realized how seemingly thick the shroud of sorrow hung over them. The very existence of it was enough to make him feel ill, but he carried on. Perhaps he too needed to get away, furthering and fostering the urge to deal with the tumultuous events in indescribable ways. As it stood, he felt the unbridled anger and sadness from those woods boil within him, and a fair part of it was his own. He was angered of Jinx's demise, that they had been invaded. But he too ached over the loss of her, as she had also offered him a home with little regard for his past and present. She had taken a gamble on him, and he hoped he had not failed her.

When Mordecai had come upon Cara at last, he watched her from afar at first. Chest deep in the open waters, she could have been praying. She could have been crying. Or she could have just been standing there; he did not decide what it was that she was doing. Like a shadowy cretin, he came closer though, muffling his steps as not to disturb her. It was only when she had lifted her head skyward that he made himself known; a low whine to punctuate the loss they both felt.