cooking up a dream

Though he didn't care for the way that she brushed off his words, he felt that his point was across all the same. The anger would be slow to ebb away, but he fought to bring his focus back to the elk. He stepped up beside Cara firmly, raising his head to gaze at the grazing ungulates, recalling the plan that she had lied out. For as petite and flighty as she was in comparison to him, he debated where he would serve best.

“I can keep up with them from behind if you can steer them where you want to,” he said finally. He wasn't sure where she had plans to take them, but getting them away from the distant passes and crevices of the basin walls would serve them well. Blocking the path, however, was another task in itself that he decided he would revisit when the time came. This time, instead of prompting her to get the show on the road as he would have in the past, Mordecai gave her the opportunity to decide for herself.