Ouroboros Spine lambent, flashing, red and white.

As the pair continued walking, Harlyn was having trouble believing her luck at coming across such an accepting pack. Had Mordecai instead chosen to drive her away, it would not have been the first time the Cinderloch had had to run for it when attempting to find a place for herself amongst someone's ranks. Not all wolves approved of allowing strangers into their homes, even those whose intentions were clearly innocent. Harlyn found that she could not blame them, though. Survival was a tough thing much of the time, and sometimes extending a kind hand was not always an option.

"Really? You'd do that?" she asked when Mordecai pulled her from her reverie, "That would be awesome! That's so cool of you to offer to take me." Harlyn gave him another broad smile, again marvelling at the kindness she had been shown. It would have been simple for the russett wolf to excuse himself and let his new recruit find her way on her own, but instead he remained with her, and not even to teach her of the pack's laws or instruct her on what was expected of her, but to show her some of the natural treasures within the land. She shook her head lightly and even chuckled gently out loud.

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