Cara continued to slink through the land, her tail brushing the ground occasionally as she stalked the elk ahead, keeping her body close to the ground, her shoulders hunched over and her ears pinned back. Even if their mission didn't consist on actual hunting, the yearling kept her body poised for ambush.
Inside the yearling's mind, tiny wheels and engines worked ardously trying to find the logic or reasoning that might excuse the male's behavior --but she could find none. The tip of the girl's tongue prickled, filled with a bitter taste that tempted her to simply go straight to the point and ask him were his loyalties laid.
The sound of the elk's bellows interrupted her once more, the herd was numerous and had a few young individuals that would definitely make a decent meal. The animals grazed lazily around the Spine's slopes, completely unaware of the peering eyes that rested on their backs. The girl chuffed softly and turned to look at Mordecai from the corner of her eye, still not deciding whether to shower him with accusations or not. "They're a good catch" she barked, her eyes fixed on the moving creatures ahead.
