weep not, poor children

Also fading this out...

In spite of the hollering of the injured wolf in the den, Mordecai paid them no mind. He didn't discern much at all from the voice that rang out, but rather let his focus stay on the submissive form of Mara. She had dropped immediately, bending to the display he was willing to show. If there was a modicum of regret to linger, Mordecai did not show it. Her wording bunched up and tumbled out in whimpering, the coup de grace that his message was received loud and clear.

"Patch them up and send them on their way," he said sternly, not liking that they would have to spare the resources. It was bad enough she had bend her will to look after someone who hadn't the ability to discern what they were doing and the reasons why he didn't care to hear. The Spine could have used the extra body, sure, but an injured one was not something Mordecai was keen on taking in. Aggravated, he pushed on suddenly, stepping over the lowered form of Mara. Without realizing it entirely, he embraced the fact he wanted nothing to do with the situation from there on out, and was quick to push it from his thoughts.