cooking up a dream

He too had taken stock of the moose that had recently come into the area. Mordecai's quiet adventures outside of their borders hadn't turned up much in the way of game, but his arrival back into the wide hunting grounds of the Spine had turned them up. He kept tabs on them over a day or two, but it wasn't really until Ptarmigan had said anything about penning them in their territory that he considered doing anything. Their ranks had thinned, and as it were he felt he saw less and less of those who had been around to help with tracking and catching game.

However, he had taken up tracking after Cara when her trail rose ahead of his own. He brought his pace up to something more brisk. If she was after the moose, then he would join her. It didn't take him long to catch up with her, nor long to discern that she was trailing after the herd. “Cara,” he called out to her, readily closing their distance. He had no idea how she would respond to him, given his meets with Ptarmigan, but took the chance of coming in close to the young beta. “Need a hand tracking the moose?” Still, he would offer first, and if she drove him away then he would do his own tracking.